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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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No one had noticed her yet. That was probably good, Hope van Dyne reflected.
It had been one of Hela’s trips to the Earth, some attempt to intimidate the world’s leaders into submission. It had worked worryingly well.
But when the Bifrost had come down, the Goddess hadn’t noticed a wasp buzzing near her legs.
That was the easy part. The hard part was flying under the radar, staying shrunken down as she made it to Hela’s palace. She stole food and drink, kept to the corners and the shadows, and waited for any vulnerability.
She’d seen Hela weary, heard murmurs of incursions on Asgard’s borders, but she’d never been vulnerable.
Hope stayed high up in the throne room. Her cheeks coloured slightly as she watched a woman, one apparently called Valkyrie, happily eat out the Goddess. Hope had been seeing a lot of that.
If she wanted, she might be able to get a shot out. Assuming Pym Particles worked on Asgardians, and there was no reason they wouldn’t, she could shrink Hela down. It wouldn’t make her harmless but it would hopefully lessen her influence.
The problem was what to do then.
She needed allies. That conclusion was inescapable, so Hope had bided her time. Two women apparently called Jane and Darcy, Asgardians called Valkyrie and Sif, then Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, two aliens called Nebula and Gamora, and most recently Peggy and Sharon Carter.
Surely someone would help?
Hope watched as Hela came, her legs crossing behind Valkyrie’s back, keeping the woman in place for some time after, basking.
Hope’s preferred allies would have been Avengers; Wanda particularly if what she’d heard about that android was true. Black Widow meanwhile seemed perfectly happy submitting, being passed around between Hela’s toys.
So, yes, Wanda was the only one left. The next problem was how to make the approach.
In the end, Hope decided subtlety wasn’t an option. After making sure Hela was busy with the Carters, and checking to see Wanda was alone, Hope fluttered into the room. Then, moments later, grew.
Wanda jumped; Hope noted that, despite her nudity, she made no effort to cover herself. Apparently she was used to it.
“I don’t want to hurt you!” Hope said quickly, as Wanda lifted her hands.
Quickly, Hope lowered her helmet, exposing her features. She smiled in what she hoped was a comforting fashion, hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Who are you?” Wanda said.
“A… friend of Scott’s,” Hope said. “Here to help. I hope. If you can…”
“Scott?” Wanda said.
“Ant-man,” Hope said. “The tiny guy.”
“Him,” Wanda said.
She faltered for a moment. Thankfully she did lower her arms.
“And by help, you mean with Hela,” Wanda said.
It was hard to read the woman’s expression. Surely, Hope reflected, surely she wasn’t conflicted about this? Hela had taken over Earth, used her and others, humiliated them…
“I can’t do it alone,” Hope said. “But with your help, I hope we can, well, cut her down to size. After what happened at the UN building I thought you’d be glad to help.”
“What happened at- Right,” Wanda’s expression suddenly settled. “Vision. The fight. I remember.”
There was a flicker again, something behind her gaze, but she swiftly settled.
“You’ll help?” Hope said.
“What’s the plan?” Wanda said. Her hands shone crimson.
The idea was simple. Hope’s problems were twofold. One, to get a shrinking disc close enough to Hela to hit her without her noticing. Two, to keep Hela trapped when she was small.
Wanda’s telekinesis helped with both. She could distract Hela and, when the Asgardian was shrunken, hopefully she’d have enough power to restrain her. Shrunken down, surely they had to be able to exert enough force to crush her?
Hope shrunk down again. She’d become used to spending her time that size. Then, after the Carters left the throne room, each walking rather uncomfortably, Wanda approached. She gave them just enough time to get away.
Hope again buzzed high up, bracing herself against a cracked stone in the ceiling. She’d seen so much depravity going on down there, it was almost hard to focus.
Almost. She knew what she had to do. She and her father had been working on rescuing her mother when Hela had invaded, gotten in the way of the plan, to say nothing of how they’d needed Scott and instead he was left in hospital.
Get Hela out of the way, then they could focus. Maybe even get a full pardon; saving the world had to count for something.
Wanda walked in. Hela stayed sat on the throne.
Ships had been nearing Asgard again, and rather than being allies like Nebula they seemed to be servants of her Thanos. She’d dissuaded them, so far, and sampled her spoils to unwind.
“Wanda,” Hela said. “Do you wish to serve me again?”
For a moment, Wanda hesitated. Hope muttered a curse; was she seriously tempted to do- that?!
Thankfully the moment passed. Instead, Wanda raised her arms, prepared-
Something that was not surprise crossed Hela’s face. She pulled herself to her feet as Wanda threw stone ripped from the walls at her; Hela shattered it with a thrown spear.
“What’s brought this on?” Hela said, apparently only irritated.
Good Wanda, good, just so long as Hela didn’t notice Hope getting nearer, preparing to throw…
Hela threw a spear; it wasn’t at Wanda, clearly wasn’t meant as any more than a warning, but Wanda focused. She caught it with a shimmering red mist, whirling it around and throwing it back.
Hela quickly sidestepped; it grazed her arm, drawing blood. She quickly reformed her garb over it and hoped that hadn’t been seen.
A distraction! Hope dove as close as she dared and threw the disc, praying-
The device whistled through the air; Hela’s attention was quickly caught by the sound. In a split second she pulled black shields from the floor all around her, shattering the stone. The disc struck, shrinking a panel to almost nothing.
Her eyebrows rose for a brief instant. Ok, that was new.
If she was up against shrinking tech…
There! Her gaze caught on a flicker of black; Hela leapt, speed too much for the small Wasp to escape. A moment later and Hope was caught in Hela’s hand.
“Stop,” Hela said firmly. “Is this the one that inspired this?”
Wanda faltered, her hands still raised, masonry and blades suspended in the air.
“You killed Vision,” Wanda said.
“You knew that each time you gave yourself to me,” Hela said. “Something must have changed. If you simply needed closure, you should have asked.”
She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t suspected something like this. Wanda was in almost the opposite situation to Natasha; Natasha had submitted but couldn’t admit it to herself, Wanda thought she’d submitted but it was evidently easy for her anger to rise up again.
She just needed help dealing with that. Hopefully this little outlet had done so; the fury that had been in her eyes before had waned.
That being said, she hadn’t expected… whoever this was.
“Do you have a more practical size?” Hela said to the figure in her hand.
A moment later and Hope was normal sized, standing within arm’s reach of Hela. Reluctantly she lifted her helmet off, slightly breathless from the brief fight.
Hela raised her eyebrows appreciatively, taking in the suit that hugged her body.
“I don’t know you,” Hela said.
“You took over my world,” Hope said. “What do you expect?”
Another human. Hela bit back a sigh; for a species that could be so very submissive, they did so struggle to admit it to themselves.
Idly Hela scanned Hope, this time with a more professional gaze. A small throw dart later and the suit’s regulator, an obviously important aspect, was broken, rendering the suit pretty much useless.
“This,” Hela said. She turned; “Wanda. Over here.”
The important thing was to not act like it was important. Anger would solve nothing, and Hela was fine with admitting that Wanda had been through a lot. Sometimes people needed an adjustment period; it didn’t make them any worse slaves.
Just so long as they had a reminder every now and again.
Hesitant, Wanda walked closer, her expression conflicted. On one hand she’d just been reminded of whys he’d fought Hela to start with; on the other, it wasn’t like the days she’d spent submitting hadn’t been the most pleasurable of her life.
Hela moved back to sit down on her throne. Wanda neared, and could immediately work out what Hela wanted. She faltered, more from embarrassment than reluctance, but obeyed and lay herself over Hela’s lap.
Hope stared incredulously. Uncertain, she backed away; a barrier of black suddenly pulled itself from the ground as Hela waved a hand.
“You’re not touching me,” Hope said.
“I’ll do nothing to you that you won’t beg for,” Hela said. “I promise you that. I never need to do anything else. Like Wanda here, you should have heard how she pleaded for me to take her virginity.”
Wanda flushed; Hope hesitated. It took her a moment to refocus.
“But what you will do is stay here and watch,” Hela said. “You asked what I expect; I expect you to follow Wanda’s example here, as she followed yours there.”
“Never,” Hope said.
“Say that when we’re done, and you’re free to go,” Hela said. “I’ll be merciful, this time. But until then you’ll do as I say and watch.”
Hela met her eyes for a moment. Hope was a rather professional looking figure, her hair pulled back, her expression easily looking firm, even if her cheeks were a little coloured.
Then, smiling, Hela turned her attention back to the nude Wanda lying over her lap, her ass in easy reach. With barely a warning Hela lifted her hand, then brought it down on Wanda’s ass. Wanda gasped suddenly.
“What do you say?” Hela said.
“Sorry!” Wanda said quickly.
Hela loathed to use any punishment more severe than a spanking on her spoils. It wasn’t like she ever needed to anyway.
Hela’s hand came down once more.
“Again,” Hela said.
“I’m sorry!” Wanda said.
There was another crack of skin on skin, Wanda biting her lip. She hadn’t done anything to earn a spanking before, and it wasn’t as though she’d experimented back on Earth.
She whimpered, but made not effort to resist, willingly taking her punishment. It was so easy to fall back into the right mindset, the anger that Hope had tapped into replaced with need.
Hope shifted on the spot.
“What else do you say?” Hela said. It took Wanda a moment to answer.
“Thank you,” Wanda said. “Thank you for reminding me of my place, thank you for- ah! Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for letting me be yours.”
“Again,” Hela said.
“Thank-” Wanda began, and yelped suddenly at a harder slap. “Thank you Hela! Ah! Thank you Goddess!”
Hela paused for a moment, lowering her hand to the warmed skin of Wanda’s ass, groping almost comfortingly. She did enjoy how skin could start to warm as it began to turn red.
“How many do you think you deserve?” Hela said.
Wanda bit her lip; she didn’t know! She wasn’t used to this.
“A hundred,” she said, picking a number at random.
Hela raised her eyebrows; still, she smiled to herself. Ambitious, but it wasn’t as though Wanda hadn’t earned it. Still, Hela opted to withhold her strength a little.
A hundred spanks should definitely remind Wanda of why she’d so gratefully given each of her holes to Hela.
“How many?” Hela said again, more insistent. Knowing what Hela wanted, Wanda bit her lip.
“Spank me a hundred times,” Wanda said. “Please, punish me, leave my ass red and stinging and hurting, make it scarlet, make it so I can’t sit down without remembering that I belong to you. I’m sorry, thank you for punishing me, thank you for reminding me I’m your submissive slut, thank you for a hundred-long spanking.”
Hela smiled.
“Count,” Hela said.
And with no more warning her hand started to come down again. Wanda yelped at just the first.
“One, two, ah! Three- ah! Thank you, oh god- four, thank you! Five, six, seven, ahh!”
Hela spanked her regularly, not slowing or taking any breaks. She couldn’t help but smirk at how well Wanda was taking it.
Whimpers escaped her lips, yes, soon becoming louder, but she stayed focus on obeying, on finally giving herself fully to Hela.
And if the wetness grinding on Hela’s thigh was any indication, she was not exactly opposed to the punishment.
“Thirty four- ah god! Thirty five, thank you thank you- thirty six, ah!”
Hela wound a hand in Wanda’s hair, shifting her so that she was looking towards Hope. Hope still watched, unable to tear her eyes away, fidgeting on the spot.
She’d expected the Scarlet Witch to help her fight Hela. Instead, basically at nothing, Wanda had bent over to accept a spanking.
Wanda flushed, almost embarrassed that Hope was seeing this side of her.
“Forty- ah! Three. Forty four, ah!” Wanda gave a yelp that was almost a moan.
“She’s made to be spanked, don’t you think?” Hela said, to Hope.
Mute, Hope stared. Wanda’s ass had reddened tremendously, Hela’s hand coming down on each cheek with a constant pace. Hope winced just watching.
It was a good ass too, Hope thought, then immediately forced herself to look away at that thought. No, now wasn’t the time to think about that.
And instead of taking in the naked Scarlet Witch, she found herself looking at Hela’s eyes, the Goddess she should hate. Despite her best efforts, something in Hope reacted.
“Sixty five, sixty six- ah! Thank you – sixty seven- for spanking me, ah! Thank- ah! Sixty eight, thank you for making me your slut, sixty nine!”
Wanda gasped, breathlessly getting words out between the numbers. It was humiliating just to watch how eagerly she wanted to say those things.
God, what had happened? Hope stepped back, stopping before she reached the shield Hela had created to stop her leaving.
Despite that, Hope couldn’t look away.
“Good girl,” Hela murmured, to the still counting, still gasping Wanda. Wanda moaned in thanks, sticking her ass out higher.
Hela kept the same pace, but started striking just a little bit harder. It wouldn’t do to let Wanda forget this was a punishment.
Hope was aware she still had other discs, other devices that could shrink Hela. It felt so pointless to use them though; ok, Hela was distracted, but not enough to be hit. And even if by some miracle she did strike Hela, what then? Without Wanda’s loyalty Hela would stay free.
“Ninety! AH! Ninety one, thank you! Ninety two, thank you, AH!”
The number Wanda had picked at random did seem to be a good one, just bringing her to the very brink of her limit, just as it got as intense as it could be, a hair’s breadth from too much. Or maybe that was just Hela’s practised skill.
By then Wanda happily let Hela hold her facing Hope, happily let Hope watch her cry out and squirm, thanking her Goddess for her spanking.
Why had she ever wanted anything else?
“Ninety five, ah! Thank you! Ninety- ah! Ninety six, oh god, ninety seven!”
Hope bit her lip, squirming and pressing her legs together, not sure whether she wanted to look at Hela’s smirk, Wanda’s scarlet ass, or Wanda’s pleading, blissed-out expression.
“Ninety eight! Thank you so- ah! Ninety nine! Thank you Hela thank you, thank! Ah! Ow! One hundred.”
Wanda panted after a particularly hard final smack, murmuring thank yous under her breath, slumping forwards.
Hope let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Was- was it over?
Wanda squirmed off of Hela’s lap, but instead of standing stayed kneeling by the throne, red-faced and red-assed, breathless.
“Please will you use me?” Wanda said, unprompted. “Fuck me like a whore, show her I’m your fucktoy, please I need to be fucked, I need you.”
“Needy,” Hela’s said. Her lips curled.
“Yes,” Wanda gasped. “I’m a needy little slut, I just need to cum. Please, use me however you want, fuck my cunt, make me your anal whore again, let me apologise by showing how good a slut I can be, please!”
“Do you think you deserve it?” Hela said.
Wanda faltered; Hela smiled.
“We have a guest,” Hela said. She gestured to Hope. “Shouldn’t she be my priority?”
Wanda bit her lip, but nodded.
“Th-that’s ok,” Hope said. She stumbled back slightly. “You said you wouldn’t…”
“Nothing you don’t beg for,” Hela said.
“I’m not begging,” Hope said.
“Yet,” Hela said. She was smiling still; then she turned her attention back down to Wanda. “Do you enjoy being mine?”
“Yes, so much, yes-”
“Don’t tell me,” Hela said.
Wanda’s eyes widened, but she quickly turned around. The red in her cheeks seemed to be more from breathlessness than embarrassment; after how she’d acted Hope wasn’t entirely sure she had any shame.
She’d gone from helping to broken alarmingly quickly. Was Hela really that-
No. Hope distracted herself; and then couldn’t, when Wanda spoke to her.
“It feels so good when she fucks me,” Wanda said. She seemed to want to moan from just the memory. “When she uses me, any of my holes. I love how she tastes, and I love to scream when she’s in my pussy. And, oh god, when she fucks my ass, you should let her fuck your ass, it’s the best. Being owned by her, not worrying about anything but how to best be fucked, oh god, it’s so good, I wish she’d used me but you should try first, see how loudly she can make you scream.”
Half-pleadingly, Wanda stared into Hope’s eyes.
Wasn’t Wanda meant to be an Avenger? Hope stared, instead seeing a desperate sub, a far cry from the hero she’d expected.
“Tell me,” Hela said, seemingly out of nowhere, “Why did you choose to come here?”
“What?” Hope blinked.
“To fight for your world, I know,” Hela said. “But you’re here alone. That suggests a more personal stake.”
“A- friend,” Hope said. “An idiot, but a friend. He fought you outside the UN building.”
“One of those,” Hela said idly. “I see.”
“And- You got in the way,” Hope said. She wasn’t sure why she was talking, just that it was somehow so much easier to exposit than to think about Wanda’s words. “My mother’s trapped, and we were so close to being able to find her, to free her, when you… None of the parts we need are available. Every spare piece is being used for weapons, blueprints, designs they hope could stop you. As soon as you’re out the picture, we can start again, finally rescue her.”
“Trapped?” Hela said, apparently unperturbed by the fact Earth was building weapons. “With a suit like that, I doubt there’s a prison you can’t sneak into.”
“Not in a prison, in the quantum realm,” Hope said. “She shrunk down, so far that…”
“I’m familiar with the theory,” Hela said. She gave a slight smile. “Ironic. Had you only asked me, I might have been able to help. I plan to soon possess a device of infinite power, extracting someone from the quantum realm would be trivial.”
Hope faltered.
“Is that a bribe?” Hope said.
“Do you need one?” Hela said.
And suddenly the innocent discussion was over, the look in Hela’s eyes making heat rise in Hope’s cheeks, among other places.
Wanda was happy. That meant something, right? All the women here couldn’t be wrong.
No, that was stupid, this was still the self-proclaimed Goddess of Death, still-
“What do you want?” Hope said.
“Take off the suit,” Hela said. “Show me what you’re offering.”
Wanda smiled, kneeling still by the throne, both excited and jealous. Hope hesitated, suddenly aware of both sets of eyes on her.
Was she seriously going to do this? It was Hela, and she’d come here to find a way to stop her, not to join the ranks of her spoils.
Then again, she had been hiding in the palace for a while. She’d seen all of Hela’s toys, and seen all of them beg, seen most of them cum while she did all manner of things to them.
Ok, maybe she’d thought about it. Not much, not seriously, but it was hard for the though to not cross her mind.
Hope swallowed, but began working on loosening her Wasp suit, stepping out of it. She faltered for a moment as she did; now she’d just given up her only weapon, her only chance of fighting back, or of getting away.
She should have regretted it more. Instead she hurriedly moved to divesting herself of what she’d worn underneath, tank top, jeans and panties all left discarded. Before she had time to feel self-conscious, she moved to pull off her hairband too; she’d only needed it when she was in the suit.
“Keep that on,” Hela said.
Instinctively Hope obeyed, lowering her arms. She couldn’t help but glance down at herself.
God, what was she doing? She felt even more naked than Wanda, as though Wanda’s collar counted for something.
All the while Hela appraised her, taking in her chest, and eyes darting lower.
“Are you wet?” Hela said, eyes keen. “Did you enjoy watching your ally willingly take her spanking so much?”
Hope’s breath caught in her throat. Damn it.
“It’s fine if you did,” Wanda murmured, “I did too, I loved it so much.”
Hope nodded for a moment, then swallowed.
“Yes,” she managed to say.
“Good,” Hela said, lingering on the syllable. “Wanda, tell her the condition for becoming one of my spoils.”
“Right,” Wanda said. “You have to do something for her that you haven’t done for anyone else. It was… easy for me, I was a virgin, but others have… have you done anal? That’s a lot of people’s choice.”
“A- a couple of times,” Hope said. “It’s not my favourite thing.”
“It will be,” Hela said. She smiled.
“How about more than one person? Sometimes that, um, with your permission,” Wanda quickly turned to look pleadingly at Hela. Hela gave an almost fond chuckle.
“It would be fitting for you to help initiate her,” Hela said. “Wouldn’t it… What is your name?”
“Hope van Dyne,” she answered. “And no. I’ve never done that.”
“Pussy and ass at the same time,” Wanda said. Her eyes lit up. “You’re in for a treat.”
“No,” Hela said. “Nothing so easy. She did try to turn one of my toys against me, after all.”
Wanda looked down, ashamed.
“Two cocks in one hole,” Hela said. “Both Wanda and I using your ass. How does that sound, Hope?”
Hope’s eyes went wide. Normal anal was a rarity, now she wanted-
Bizarrely, some part of her trusted Hela. Whatever else she was, she seemed to at least be good when it came to sex. What she’d seen, and how Wanda was acting, confirmed that much.
Part of her was almost tempted by that alone. What was it like to be so exhilarated you could happily give up all qualms?
It sounded like too much, but the moment the idea of saying no crossed Hope’s mind, she realised how little she wanted to leave.
Uncertain, she gave a quick nod.
“Not good enough,” Hela said. “Remember: nothing will happen to you that you don’t beg for.”
Hela smiled; Hope bit her lip.
She remembered seeing how Hela’s strap-ons looked. Fuck.
“I want you to fuck my ass,” Hope said. Her voice sounded small. She straightened, trying to seem more confident. “Both of you. I- please. I want two cocks in my asshole, I want to be fucked, I want to learn how I can be a good slut for you.”
“More,” Hela said.
Idly, Hela sat back. A wave of her hand later and a toy formed around her hips, jutting up proudly. Hope gulped and couldn’t look away.
“I want to be your fucktoy,” Hope said. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise that immediately, I should have known as soon as I came here that I just wanted to bend over for you and let you do whatever you wanted to me, whore you out to your other spoils, use my holes, please, I’m sorry. Let me be your whore now, let me give you my ass, ruin me, fill me up and gape me, please, oh god, please fuck me!”
What was she doing? She hadn’t come here to submit to Hela, she didn’t…
Those thoughts left her mind as soon as Hela stood, striding closer.
“I need you, I’m sorry, I need to worship you,” Hope said, increasingly breathless. “Every part of me is yours. If you want to fuck me, fuck me. If you want tof uck my ass, use it. If you want to share me, make me gape, please, please! I’m sorry I hid, I should have gone straight to your throne and begged to be your fucktoy the first minute I was here.”
Hela smiled.
“Turn around,” Hela said.
Hope stumbled in her haste to obey, now standing with her back to the Asgardian. She gulped as she felt hands on her ass, slowly parting the cheeks, touching her somewhere she’d never normally allow.
She just couldn’t think of anyone else.
“Please, both of you fuck my ass, please,” Hope kept gasping.
“Kneel,” Hela said.
Again, Hope quickly obeyed, getting to her knees. Guessing, she bent forwards.
“Do you think you can take it?” Hela said behind her, so softly.
“I don’t know,” Hope said. She whimpered. “I’ll find a way, I promise, I’ll take it for you, I’ll take two cocks in my ass no matter how hard you want to fuck me, please let me be your whore, your anal whore, please!”
Hope could only stare at the ground below her, almost trembling as she waited. Hela was behind her, still with that strap-on around her hips, making her beg, and-
She felt motion behind her, felt Hela’s cool hands grip her waist, holding her in position.
Oh god, it was happening.
Hela pushed forward, and Hope’s eyes widened as the head of Hela’s toy instead began by pressing at her soaking wet cunt, edging forwards. Hope’s lips parted in an automatic moan.
“Thank you,” Hope gasped. “That’s- That’s not-”
“I know, my little whore,” Hela said. It was bizarre how that sounded like a term of endearment. “And rest assured, I will be getting to your ass, but first I wanted to sample the rest of you while you know precisely what I’m going to end up doing to you, and what you begged for.”
Hope moaned again, and Hela’s toy buried itself completely inside her pussy.
She found herself pushing back, eagerly taking it inside her; it wasn’t the hole she’d expected but she wasn’t going to complain.
She’d been aching with need for longer than she wanted to think about; since Wanda’s spanking, and before; the women, strangers and otherwise, walking around the palace naked and getting up to countless depravities, right before her eyes when she’d been hidden.
Fuck, she’d wanted something inside her, and submitting to Hela wasn’t nearly as unthinkable as she’d thought.
“Oh god!” Hope moaned.
Hela began to move, her hands still on Hope’s waist, keeping her lined up perfectly so that the toy dragged agonisingly along spots inside her that easily elicited those wonderful sounds.
Hela reached forward with one hand, grabbing Hope’s ponytail. She pulled, adjusting her speed.
“Oh god! Thank you, thank you!” Hope cried.
Wanda watched, slowly shifting closer as the once-hero willingly let herself be used. Now with her head pulled back, there was no hiding her pleasured expression, her moans all the louder.
Moving in front of her, Wanda grinned encouragingly; she’d told her how good it felt, and it seemed Hope was getting to know just how much.
“What do you have to say so Wanda?” Hela said, leaning forwards.
“I’m sorry,” Hope said, breathless. “I should never have- ah! Tried to turn you against her. I- ohh fuck! I should have let you take me to her and give- ah! Give me to her. You should have taught me to be a good slut, I’m sorry, I- oh god!”
“Apologize properly,” Hela said.
Hela looked forwards and met Wanda’s eyes; that was enough to Wanda to know she had to move forwards, still sitting down. She looked at Hope, and Hope quickly guessed what to do.
If she hadn’t, Hela pushed her head into place anyway, almost down to the floor. Her head between Wanda’s legs, Hope was too distracted to beg or murmur thanks; as soon as she opened her mouth, she couldn’t help but let her tongue sneak out, tasting.
Wanda moaned almost instantly. God, she’d needed something after her spanking. Ok, it stung a little to be sitting so soon, but that was half the pleasure.
It sent a lovely shiver through her to be reminded of her submission while Hope ate her out.
“Do well,” Hela said, to Hope. “She’s going to help me fuck your ass soon, remember? The better you are, the better she’ll treat you. And don’t forget how much you begged for that, begged to have your asshole used by both of us.”
Hope moaned, and Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut at the vibrations.
She hadn’t done this before, not really, but it came naturally to her the moment she got her first taste of Wanda’s cunt.
Hela’s pace increased too, each thrust almost making Hope move forwards; it was only her grip on Hope’s waist that stopped her.
Arching, Wanda’s hands were by her sides, fingers splayed against the stone floor, half-hoping to dig into them. She let Hela’s grip on Hope’s ponytail keep the woman where she was, relishing each moan from Hope.
“Scream for me, my little slut,” Hela said.
Neither was sure who she was speaking to, but it was easy for both to obey.
Hela still wore her armour, the cool of it against Hope’s back, and the imposing form of it in front of Wanda. She lacked her crown, but that was common enough while she was relaxing.
“Oh god, oh god!” Wanda pushed forwards, almost collapsing back; the ache of her spanking, the sight of Hela, and Hope’s tongue all acted together to overwhelm her.
Hope moaned, barely needing Hela to push her forwards.
Then Hela leaned down, lips close to Hope’s ear to whisper;
“When you make her cum, I’ll fuck your ass,” she said.
Hope faltered for a brief second, then found herself redoubling her efforts. At that moment she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
She knew what she’d begged for, she knew what was coming regardless; it should have been scary. Instead it was thrilling.
Fuck, she’d never felt anything so intense as it was, and this was just the start.
“Are you happy with her apology?” Hela said. “For all she did, for all she almost denied you…”
“Yes!” Wanda said, and gasped. “She’s- oh god! She’s learning. And she missed out, she could have been your fucktoy days ago, but- ah! She’s learned, she’s oh god! I’m going to”
Hope hesitated; Hela’s grip on her ponytail tightened.
“So, do you want me to use your ass, or will you deny her?” Hela said.
Hope could only moan in response. She wasn’t sure she could have talked, even if she wanted to; instead she returned her attention to Wanda’s cunt, and seconds later heard the former Avenger scream, legs shaking either side of Hope’s head.
Wanda pushed forwards, operating wholly on instinct, wishing she could dig her fingers into something. Instead she settled for crying out, riding out every second.
God, even when she’d rebelled part of her had longed to be with Hope like this. How could she not have? Forget fighting back, life like this was so much better.
Hope closed her eyes, leaning in to maximise Wanda’s enjoyment-
With no more warning, Hela pulled back, and in a thrust that should have again filled Hope’s pussy, the toy instead pressed at her asshole.
Hela kept her promise. Her speed wasn’t nearly the same, but she pushed forward, her toy opening up Hope’s ass and pushing forwards, inch by inch sliding inside as Hope gave muffled moans.
“Lucky,” Wanda murmured, breathlessly shuffling back and freeing up Hope’s mouth to cry out.
Seconds later and the toy was inside her, up to the hilt, Hela coming to a momentary stop with her hips against Hope’s ass.
“How does it feel?” Hela said. “Knowing how you begged for two in you rass, how do you feel with just one?”
“It’s so big,” Hope whimpered.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you,” Hope said. “Thank you! Thank you for fucking my ass, thank you for letting me be an anal slut for you, oh god, thank you for filling me. I’ll try to take more, I promise.”
Hela smirked. Wanda shifted, still sensitive but still eager to watch the Wasp’s blissful humiliation.
Hela began to move, achingly slowly, the cock moistened with Hope’s juices dragging inside her, opening the tight hole up. It moved back until just the head was inside, and then Hela pushed forwards again.
She was moving slower than she had on even the first thrust, less fucking, more dragging it out, almost taunting Hope.
Groans were plucked from Hope’s throat; it might have been from pain or need, even she wasn’t sure.
“Would you wear one of my collars?” Hela said, bizarrely casually.
Hope couldn’t focus enough to speak; Hela tugged her ponytail back, eliciting another moan.
“Would you show everyone that saw you that you belonged to me?” Hela said. “Just by looking at you, everyone would know what you let me do to you, they’d know how much you love it when I use your ass.”
“Oh god, please!” Hope cried out.
Wanda bit her lip as she watched, idly running her fingertips over her own collar. Already she was pressing her legs together again; she couldn’t wait for when she could join in again.
For now, though, Hela seemed rather more interested in keeping Hope’s mouth free.
“Remember,” Hela said. “Nothing happens to you that you don’t beg for.”
Hela thrust forward again, that lone motion slightly faster. Hope moaned.
“Please collar me,” Hope said. Her voice was breathlessly fast, struggling to get sentences out between cries. “I want everyone to know that I’m your slut, that I scream when you fuck my cunt, that you fuck my ass and- fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Hela stopped moving immediately. The hand that still held Hope’s ponytail rested almost placatingly on the back of her head.
“No,” Hela said. “Not yet. Not until Wanda and I both are inside you.”
Hope whimpered. It might have been at the prospect of her promised double anal, or at the fact she had to wait.
Hela smirked.
“Perhaps I should take you back to Earth,” Hela said. “When we’re done here, of course, your ass still gaping. You can show it off to your world while you beg me to collar you. That way you’d never need to pretend, you’d get your wish, everyone would know that you belong to me.”
“Oh god!” Hope moaned.
Slowly, Hela began to move again.
“What about your mother?” Hela said, not relentingly. “I can do what I said, I mean it. I could save her with a snap of my fingers when I’m done. How do you think she’d feel to see you?”
Hope whimpered.
“Answer me,” Hela said. “Do you think she’d be proud of the needy anal whore you’ve become?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Hope said, saying so feeling more humiliating than the fantasies Hela spun. She gasped. “Just so long as you use me, I don’t care what she thinks, please make me your whore, your slut, your fucktoy, please fuck my ass, please share me, oh fuck Hela!”
Hela slowed for a moment to ensure Hope didn’t get too close, then quickened her pace just a little bit more.
Being a good domme was about more than the punishment, it was about training them to take more without them realising that they were being trained.
She had little doubt Hope wouldn’t have been able to take double anal if they’d gone straight into it, but the time spent opening her up ought to make the experience much easier, but no less humiliating or intense from Hope’s perspective.
Her hips slapped against Hope’s ass, her hand on Hope’s waist pulling Hope closer. Now her cock bottomed out completely with each thrust.
“You on your knees, wearing nothing but my collar, begging for me to use your ass,” Hela said. “You’d do that in front of her? You’re that desperate to be my slut?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes!” Hope shouted.
“What if I wanted you to do more?” Hela said. “You must have seen Peggy and Sharon. How far would you go for me?”
“Anything, fuck, anything!” Hope shouted. “Make her fuck me, share my ass with her too, just please share me with Wanda, please let me cum, oh god please let me cum!”
Hela quickened her pace just slightly. She did so enjoy hearing that desperation in someone’s voice.
“You’re so desperate to be my anal whore that you’d let your mother fuck you?” Hela said. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Fuck, please, please!” Hope cried. “Yes, god, anything! I’m your anal slut, I’m your whore, I’m your fucktoy, I’m just – fuck! Please fuck my ass with Wanda, please give me two cocks in my asshole at once, just- fuck! I need to cum, I need to fucking cum, fuck!”
“Not yet,” Hela said softly.
Hope’s moans rose to a whimper; Hela tightened her grip, that neediness pushing her over the edge in turn. She came as Hope desperately tried to hold herself back, gripping the woman beneath her tightly.
Then Hela slowed, then stopped, only a little out of breath. Hope still whimpered needily in front of her.
Toy still buried in Hope’s ass, Hela made sure to stay perfectly still. Not excess friction, no pushing Hope over the edge. She must be so very close.
“Do you still want us to fuck you?” Hela said. “Are you so desperate to be mine that you want both of us to fuck your ass?”
“Yes!” Hope moaned. “Whore my asshole out, gape me, just please fuck me.”
“No,” Hela said. Hope whimpered. “I’ve punished Wanda, but it was your idea, wasn’t it? You convinced her to do something she didn’t want to do, you twisted her.”
“I’m sorry,” Hope whimpered. She struggled to move against Hela’s cock; Hela’s grip on her waist tightened, stilling her.
“What should I do with you?” Hela said.
“Spank me,” Hope said suddenly, biting her lip as soon as she did. When Hela didn’t immediately respond she went on; “Spank me too, like you did her. Punish me for not giving myself to you immediately, I’m sorry, I should have known better. Spank me so hard I can’t sit down, and I can’t forget my place. Please, Hela, please.”
“You’re so desperate to be my anal whore that you want me to spank you?” Hela said.
“Please.” Hope gasped.
Hela smiled.
However she didn’t shift, didn’t move. Hope stayed bent over in front of her, ass pushed up, with Hela’s toy inside her. The angle was a little awkward, but the idea itself too fun to resist.
Hela started her spanking, five quick slaps to alternating cheeks, while Hope shivered around the toy.
“What do you say?” Hela said.
“Thank you!” Hope said. She yelped slightly from the shock. “Thank you for spanking me, thank you for punishing me, I hope I can please you.”
“You will,” Hela said.
She smirked, and continued. Hope gasped at each smack.
Hela’s rhythm was careful; she was fast enough to be sure it still stung, this was a punishment after all, but she restrained herself just enough that the vibrations wouldn’t be enough to allay Hope’s frustration.
Meanwhile Hope never seemed sure whether to gasp from the spanking, or whimper from the toy still inside her.
“I’m sorry,” Hope said suddenly. “I know I deserve it, I- ah! I shouldn’t have- ah! I’m sorry I doubted that I should belong to you.”
Hela smiled, and continued. After a few seconds more, she paused.
“How many is that?” Hela said.
Hope faltered for a few seconds, clearly panicking. She’d been too distracted to keep count.
“I- uh, tw-twenty”? Hope said.
“Hm. I thought thirty two,” Hela said. “But we’ll go from twenty.”
Hope bit her lip, and rather pleased Hela resumed, knowing that Hope would definitely be keeping count now. Her ass was a lovely, bright shade of red already.
Wanda watched eagerly. She could still feel the aftereffects of her spanking, but she clearly didn’t mind. If anything she seemed to anticipate Hope feeling as she did.
Hope yelped as Hela’s hand started to come down harder.
“It’s great, huh?” Wanda said, still sat in front of Hope but easily able to peer past her back to where Hela’s toy was inside her, and to where she was being spanked.
Hope yelped.
“It hurts, but it helps,” Wanda said. “You can’t focus on anything but how it feels, and what you’ll do to be better. Are you as wet as I was?”
Hope whimpered. Before she could answer, Hela interrupted.
“How many?”
“Th-thirty four,” Hope said.
“Good girl,” Hela said.
She knew what was going to happen when Hela reached a hundred; that was the same number as Wanda had taken. Except for her it would be immediately followed up with-
Hope squirmed, then whimpered as she rubbed against the toy inside her, then cried out as a pale hand came down on her red ass.
It was the first time she’d really been spanked, let alone spanked with something in her ass soaking up all the motion. It was as though Hela had never stopped fucking her.
And, oh god, it still felt huge, as though there was no free space left inside her. And she was going top take two?!
The closer she got to that prospect, the more inexplicable arousal was mixed with nervousness. And yet despite that, she couldn’t deny that she wanted to try, she wanted to be able to take it.
“How many?” Hela said.
“Forty eight,” Hope said, breathless. “Thank you!”
Her ass had already turned a nice shade of red. Hela hadn’t been holding back quite as much as she had with Wanda; on one hand Hope was responsible for it, on the other she seemed a more physically trained hero so she’d be able to take it.
That, and it was always more enjoyable to see how loudly she could make them gasp.
Her rhythm wasn’t nearly as regular either, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes focusing on one or both, at an unpredictable rate. As such, each smack seemed to catch Hope by surprise.
“I should take you back to Earth,” Hela murmured. “Perhaps when I’ve returned your mother to you. Instead of just showing her, you could show your whole world that you’re my anal whore. Seven billion people can see how well you beg. Would you like that, my little slut?”
“Fuck, please, oh god, yes, ah!” Hope barely seemed to be able to get a whole sentence out. Hela smiled.
“How many?”
“Sixty tw- no, seventy- ah! Seventy two,” Hope said, just as breathless.
“Sixty two it is,” Hela said.
Hope whimpered, then moaned as the next slap made her shift forwards slightly and the toy jerk inside her.
“Tel me, are you wet?” Hela said.
“Yes!” Hope gasped.
“Really?” Hela said. “You’ve been bent over, fucked and now spanked in front of your conspirator, by the woman you tried to kill, and that made you wet?”
“Yes, fuck, yes!” Hope gave a pleading moan.
“What kind of whore does that make you?” Hela said.
“Yours, oh god, I’m your- ah! Your whore,” Hope said. “A needy- fuck! Desperate, anal whore who- ah! Who loves it when you- ah! Spank me and humi- oh god! Humiliate me and- ah! Ah! Oh god! And- ah! Fuck me and- ah! Thank you, fuck, thank you!”
Her voice rose to an almost-scream.
“How many is that?” Hela said.
She stopped for a moment, letting Hope inhaled. She whimpered softly.
“Eighty six,” she said.
“Do you want the rest?” Hela said. “You know what comes after.”
“Yes,” Hope said, breathless. “Fuck. Please, yes. Spank me, so that you and Wanda can fuck my ass, I need it. I want to show you how good a fucktoy I can be, thank you for letting me. Fuck.”
Hela smiled. She was rather getting a taste for humans.
Then her hand came down again. Just fourteen more to go.
“What do you say?” she said, after the first smack had made Hope yelp.
“Th-thank you,” Hope said.
The next spank came down.
“Oh god, thank you!”
Hela moved a little more slowly, giving Hope time to thank her between each of the last few of her spanking.
Wanda still watched; it was hard to tell if her expression was more envious or impatient, eager for the time she got to be involved.
Meanwhile, Hope was moaning. It hurt, yes, but the pain wasn’t exactly unpleasant, and realising that was only slightly weirder than realising how much she genuinely wanted to be used by Hela.
No excuses, no mitigating circumstances, she just needed this.
“Thank you! Ah! Thank you Hela, fuck! Thank you! Ah! Thank you.”
Ninety eight, ninety nine… Hela delivered the final smack over both cheeks, shifting Hope forward and, in the same motion, pulled back, pulling her toy out from Hope’s ass.
Hope moaned, but managed to stay in her same position, breathless and shaking with arousal and with her gaping ass offered up into the air.
She whimpered slightly as she saw Hela walk in front of her, but didn’t shift position at all. She wasn’t sure she had the energy to.
“Wanda,” Hela said. “Prepare me.”
Eyes wide, Hope stared as without a moment’s hesitation Wanda shifted back up onto her knees, knelt in front of Hela, and then opened her mouth to take the cock around Hela’s hips into it.
Wanda bobbed up and down with undeniable enthusiasm.
“Say thank you,” Hela said, looking over to Hope.
“Th-thank you,” Hope said.
“For being as much of a whore as you,” Hela prompted.
“Thank you for being as much of a whore as I am,” Hope said. “Thank you for preparing the toy that’s going to fuck my ass.”
Wanda moaned her acknowledgement, apparently enjoying the taste of Hope’s ass.
Hope flushed just watching. It seemed like something else akin to double anal; before she’d come here she’d never have considered doing something like that. But now she was here, now she’d finally let herself submit to Hela, she couldn’t think of anything hotter.
Now she knew how Wanda felt, watching and only watching as all manner of things had been done to her.
Wanda’s lips wrapped around the base of the toy, apparently practised after how long she’d spent here. She both cleaned it, and got the toy as a whole nice and wet, ready for the tight hole it was about to return to.
And return to with company. While Wanda was on her knees, Hela focused to create another strap-on in her hand.
“Open,” Hela said.
She had to manipulate it as it went through the air, but she was able to direct it to Hope’s mouth. Rather than letting her move back and forth though, she simply slid it in so it was more like a gag.
No doubt Hope would at least start to moisten it, but more than that it’d given Hope a taste of the size of the toy. By the way Hope’s eyes widened, despite how she’d begged she was nervous about taking two toys like this in one hole.
Hela fully intended to shrink the toys just slightly when she and Wanda were behind Hope, not by much but just a little width reduction so that it would be possible, but Hope didn’t need to know that.
How much of a slut would she think she was, if she believed she could take both of these toys inside her?
“Are you ready?” Hela said after a minute.
Mute, Hope nodded, still desperately running her tongue over the toy in her mouth. Hela smiled.
Almost reluctantly she stepped away from Wanda. She walked and Wanda crawled until they were both behind Hope, out of her view.
She whimpered, waiting.
Hela reached forwards to remove the toy from her mouth, idly reducing the size to a more manageable one, albeit not by much. She was sure to take her time giving it to Wanda, and making sure Wanda didn’t rush putting it on.
The anticipation made Hope’s breath come faster.
“What do you want?” Hela said.
“Two cocks in my ass,” Hope said, gasping. “I want to be fucked by you and Wanda, I want to cum from showing you that I can be your anal slut, please, fuck, please.”
She could barely breathe from need. Being fucked had brought her close, being spanked had kept her on the brink, now it felt like the slightest touch would make her scream.
And she was going to get more than a slight touch. Hope bit her lip.
Behind her, Wanda awkwardly straightened, the toy around her waist. Hela guided her, but ultimately still stood over her. Both neared, tantalising close.
“Please, oh fuck, please,” Hope said. “I want to take two cocks in my ass at once, I want to be a real anal whore for you, please let me cum while you whore my ass out, make me yours, oh god, I don’t know if I can take it but I want to try, I want to be yours. I want to be fucked like I’m nothing more than your anal slut and oh god!”
Hela pushed forward alongside Wanda. Her own toy was a little ahead, but only slightly, the rounded tip helping open Hope’s still-freshly-used ass for the head of Wanda’s toy to immediately follow.
Both pushed together, managing to open the still-tight hole further, Hope’s sudden cry only encouraging them.
As much as Wanda disliked being the one to wear the toy, she couldn’t argue with the result; it was an undeniable thrill to hear Hope whimper.
Hela’s toy pushed in further, only the tip of Wanda’s in to keep Hope ready while Hela’s was halfway inside. She slowly pushed, inch by agonising inch, eliciting whimpers even Hope wasn’t sure of whether they were pained or pleasured.
“More, oh god, please more,” Hope still whispered. If she raised her voice she was sure she’d scream.
And then Wanda pushed into the trembling Wasp, filling her with more than she ever thought she’d taken, and Hope came almost instantly, legs shaking under the two.
Neither moved from her ass, leaving Hope to moan and then moan more as her shivers rubbed her against the two toys.
“Oh god, fuck!” Hope cried.
She almost fell forwards.
“What was that?” Hela said.
“I came,” Hope whimpered. “I came from having my ass fucked by two people at once, I came like a submissive anal whore. I came because that’s all I want to be, your slut for you to use however you want. Holy fuck.”
“And do you want more?” Hela said.
“Yes,” Hope whimpered. “Please. I know I just came but I’m a needy whore who still needs to know how it feels to have my asshole double-fucked properly. Oh god, I need to know, please, please fuck me, please dominate me, Hela please!”
Hela smiled; she wasn’t even entirely inside yet. She pushed to fill Hope with the last inch, eliciting a ragged moan, her hips coming to rest against Hope’s still-heated ass.
Seconds later and Wanda was following suite, pushing her two forwards until both were in Hope as much as they could be.
Even when they were still, Hope gasped for breath.
“Thank you. Fuck, thank you,” she said.
“Fuck, you’re so lucky,” Wanda said. She shifted; Hope gasped.
And then they began to move. Hela started first, pulling back; as soon as all but the head was out she started to push forwards, and Wanda began to move, pulling back.
Hope gave another desperate cry. She was still shaking from when they’d made her cum; her body was hypersensitive to their movement.
And it didn’t help that they were alternating, one toy always filling her ass and keeping her ready for the other, the twin cocks taking their sweet time with her.
She reached out, fingertips digging into the stone floor useless in her desperation, clawing at the marble.
“Such an anal slut,” Hela murmured.
Hope cried out.
“I hope you get used to this,” Hela said. “I’m going to enjoy using your ass whenever I can, sharing it with all my slaves that deserve a reward. You don’t have to worry about being a hero, about fighting, you only have to think about when you’re next going to have your ass fucked. How does that sound?”
“So fucking good,” Hope whimpered.
She alternated between soft yelps and ragged moans, barely managing any middle ground. She screamed louder as the two toys passed inside her, both half-in and side-by-side for nearly a whole second.
“Perhaps I will rescue your mother,” Hela said. “She could share it with me. Would you like that too? Are you that desperate to be my anal whore?”
“Oh god!” Hela yelled. “Yes, yes, fuck yes! Yes! I’m a needy slut, I love it when you use me, I love it when you double-fuck my ass, oh god, you already made me cum and I want to again, fuck, fuck me please!”
“What are you?” Hela said.
“Your anal whore,” Hope cried. “To fuck and use and share however and whenever you want. Fuck, I’m your needy anal whore and I love it!”
Hela smirked. She shifted slightly, adjusting her angle, and elicited another cry.
“Imagine it isn’t Wanda that I’m sharing you with,” Hela said softly. “She’s still watching. The one you tried to turn against me is still watching you give yourself to me. But no, this isn’t her, this is your mother. I rescued her and I showed her how much you beg to be used, and I wanted to show her that her daughter truly is nothing but my anal slut. Imagine that.”
“Y-yes,” Hope whimpered. Then, she screamed. “Yes!”
Hela shifted again, leaning back. She murmured to Wanda:
“Faster.”
Hela’s pace quickened, and Wanda did the same, two sets of hands tightening their grip on Hope’s hips to support their pace.
Hope moaned again, louder, as the two sped up.
Wanda moaned as a counterpoint, the friction getting to her. She leant into Hela’s back, grip on Hope tightening. At some point Hela had dissolved her armour.
“Oh fuck, fuck! I’m a double anal slut, you can share me with whoever you want, I’m yours. Oh fuck, I’m yours!” Hope said, breathless. “Ah! I’ve been your slut since the first moment I came here, I should have known, I’m a needy double anal whore!”
“Would you say the same if your mother were here?” Hela said, almost taunting.
“Yes, fuck!” Hope shouted.
“And if we were on Earth? If we were taking you in front of your people, your friends, your idols,” Hela said.
“Oh god! Yes, please yes,” Hope gasped. “Fuck me, whore me out, show everyone what an anal whore I am. I- oh god, I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum with two cocks in my asshole, oh fuck! Please can I cum? Please let me- ah!”
“Say my name,” Hela said.
“Hela!” Hope said. Then she screamed; “Helaa!”
Hela reached forward, again grabbing her ponytail, tugging on it. A moment later and her fingertips brushed Hope’s neck, a collar starting to form around her, marking her as just another one of Hela’s spoils.
It was hard to say which of them was the trigger, but suddenly Hope was screaming.
Hope arched her back, pushed against the two using her as she came for the second time, her whole body singing and aching and ecstatic.
And breathlessly, she slumped. It was with, admittedly, a little reluctance that Hela moved back, pushing a panting Wanda back with her.
She seemed about to say something when she paused, a flicker of irritation crossing her face at some signal only she could hear.
“My plans for making you clean my toy while kneeling on Earth will have to wait,” Hela said. “Something has broken the borders of Asgard. Wanda, make sure she cleans yours.”
Rather abruptly, Hela waved away her toy and reformed her armour, striding from the room.
Behind her, she left Hope laying face-down on the floor, still gasping from aftershocks, and a breathless Wanda who was tantalisingly close.
Dealing with these latest intruders wouldn’t be a problem; she was on her home ground after all. It was just tedious.
“Was- was she kidding?” Hope said.
“Do you want her to be?” Wanda said.
Somehow, Hope could still flush. Wanda hurried over and knelt near Hope’s head.
“Earth aside, you heard what she said,” Wanda said.
“R-right,” Hope said. She eyed the toy in front of her.
That was yet something else she hadn’t done before. Was she really meant to suck on something that had just been in her-
Somehow it felt like the most natural thing in the world as the blissful Hope pushed herself up a little way to lean forwards and wrap her lips around the time off the toy.
“Mm,” Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut. The toy rubbing against her was almost…
Wanda moaned, winding her hands in Hope’s hair. Hope took the encouragement, moving down and tasting her own ass.
It wasn’t all that long before Wanda lifted her head up off the toy. She was smiling contentedly; Hope had a similar, if more tired look on her face.
“Enjoy?” Wanda said.
“Did you plan that?” Hope said. “From the moment I tried to get you to…”
Wanda hesitated. Eventually, she shrugged.
“How can you not know?” Hope said.
“I don’t think I’d ever choose to leave this,” Wanda said. “Ok, sure, I had… problems, but really they don’t compare.”
“I thought for sure an Avenger wouldn’t be so submissive,” Hope said. Then she snorted. “Like I’m one to talk.”
“Are you kidding?” Wanda said. “If anything, being an Avenger made me appreciate this.”
“What?”
“When I was, I had to constantly make split-second decisions, save lives, and when I slipped up… You have the Sokovia Accords,” Wanda said. “Here, it’s… I’m her fucktoy. No stress, no trouble. Who wouldn’t prefer that?”
Hope murmured something. Too tired to move, she was content to lay there.
If she was going to give up her plan to defeat Hela, and that was a certainty, then at least she was in good company.
And out on the borders of Asgard, Hela effortlessly dispatched the latest interloper, smiling when she thought of her latest spoil.
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