Carol crawled behind Proxima, glaring at the back of her head. She had thought after getting Loki to open up, and finding out what was bothering him, she would let up, but if anything Proxima had just doubled down, imposing even more rules, and spanking her at the slightest provocation.
It wasn't lost on her what Proxima was doing either, forcing her to crawl on the ground at the end of a leash, making her to look up at her every time she spoke.
There was a hierarchy. Loki was obviously at the top, Proxima was second, and no matter what she said or did, she would always be at the bottom.
"Careful, little slave," Proxima warned playfully, calling over her shoulder. "Unless of course, you're enjoying the time you spend across my knee."
Carol scowled, looking away. "What do you want from me?" she demanded.
"To be the slave your master deserves," Proxima said, turning around to face her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Carol demanded.
"It means," Proxima said, dropping to one knee as she ran her fingers through Carol's hair. "You need to put your master's needs ahead of your own, anticipate his desires before he ever voices them. That is what it means to belong to another."
"I'm with Loki. I don't belong to him!" Carol denied.
Proxima just looked at Carol, amused. "You may lie to yourself all you want, little slave, but we both know the truth."
Carol glowered at Proxima. She was far stricter with her than Loki ever was, and while she'd accepted that Loki held a certain amount of control over her actions, he'd at least earned that.
Proxima hadn't, but she was powerless to do anything about it. Loki had already made it crystal clear he wouldn't step in when Proxima punished her.
"Where are you taking me?" Carol asked.
"To Lord Loki," Proxima replied with a smirk. "He looks as if he could use a distraction."
"Why, did something happen?" Carol asked, her earlier annoyance evaporating as she grew concerned.
"Nothing yet," Proxima said, with a nod of approval, noting that the little slave at least had her priorities straight.
"Then what?" Carol asked.
They had been traveling for nearly a week to Sakaar, to find Loki's brother, and while he wasn't as closed off as he had been after Odin's death, he had thrown his full focus into going through Odin's memories, spending days at a time reviewing them, having little if any time for anything else.
"We'll arrive on Sakaar by tomorrow morning," Proxima explained. "Lord Loki will need to plan for our arrival, and how he expects to find his brother, and who better than his most prized possession to awaken him?"
"Is it dangerous?" Carol asked.
"Very," Proxima replied. "It's ruled by En Dwi Gast, but he calls himself the Grandmaster."
"The Grandmaster?" Carol asked, looking up at Proxima curiously. "How did he get a name like that?"
"He has a love of games, particularly those involving life and death," Proxima explained. "He's also old. Ancient in fact, and very powerful. He has a brother, perhaps you've heard of him, the Collector."
"Did you say the Collector?" Carol asked, paling visibly as she came to a stop.
Proxima quirked an eyebrow, surprised to see Loki's slave in such a state. Kneeling down, she rubbed her back comfortingly. "You speak as if you've met him," she observed.
Carol nodded. "We went there," she explained, not sure why she was telling all this to Proxima of all people. "He wanted to put me in his collection," she said with a shiver.
"Hmm," Proxima nodded. "And I assume you have your master to thank for not ending up as part of his collection?"
Carol nodded.
"Good," Proxima said, standing up again. "Then you should have nothing to fear from the Grandmaster," she said, giving Carol's leash a tug. "Come, little slave, your master awaits."
Carol followed behind Proxima, more subdued this time as she led her to the lounge. When the doors opened, she spotted Loki sitting on the floor, cross-legged in a deep meditative state.
Proxima bent down to unclip Carol's leash, giving her ass a light smack, and nodding in Loki's direction.
Carol glared back at Proxima, rubbing her ass, only to receive another smack, sharper this time, and a pointed look.
Carol huffed, sending one last glare at Proxima before crawling to Loki.
It wasn't the first time she'd seen him like this and knew it took some time for him to snap out of it. She laid her head down on his lap as she took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as she waited.
Loki blinked, slowly coming out of the deep meditative state he had put himself in to view his father's memories.
He had made the mistake previously of cherry-picking the memories he wanted to see, the things he felt would be most useful to him at the time, and as a result missed the truth of his adoption, a mistake he couldn't afford to make a second time.
He looked down, his lips quirking into a smile as he looked down at Carol. "Hello little slave," he said affectionately, running his fingers through her hair.
"Master," Carol replied, leaning into his touch. "Proxima said we'll arrive tomorrow. Are you going to be ready?"
Loki nodded. "I will be."
Knowing his brother as well as he did, he doubted he would have kept a low profile, and more that likely already gained the attention of the Grandmaster, so finding him wouldn't be difficult. The challenge lay in getting him out of whatever mess he'd created for himself.
"Come, little slave," Proxima beckoned, holding out the leash. "Leave your master to prepare."
Carol gave one last look at Loki as she got up on her hands and knees, crawling back to Proxima.
She could see how focused he was as he thought through every possibility, but she didn't see the same tension in his shoulders he had before a battle. This was something else.
She could see it in the worry lines on his face. He wasn't concerned about the Grandmaster, so that left only his brother.
This time she didn't glare at Proxima as she tugged on her leash, leading her out of the lounge.
"Your master is stressed," Proxima said as she led her back to the bedroom.
"I know," Carol replied, not looking up.
Proxima dropped to one knee in front of Carol as she gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at her. "What do you plan to do about it, little slave?"
Carol glared, slapping Proxima's hand, but all she received for her trouble was a sharp spank to her ass.
She yelped, rubbing the sting out of her ass, hating there was nothing she could do to stop her.
"Why do you even care?" She demanded. "Loki said your job was to protect me, not any of this!"
Proxima chuckled. "I wondered when this question would come up, little slave."
"Well?" Carol demanded as the silence stretched on. "Are you going to answer me?"
Proxima said nothing for a moment, tracing her fingers up and down Carol's spine. "Do you remember when we first met, little slave? When your master commanded me to protect you?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Carol demanded.
Proxima brought her hand down on Carol's ass. SMACK! "You will set aside your ego, and answer me," she ordered.
"Yes," Carol ground out, hating that Proxima held so much power over her.
"Good," Proxima replied, rubbing Carol's ass. "And do you remember how he rewarded me that same day?"
Carol's face flushed, remembering what happened after, still remembering the feel of Proxima's tongue in her ass.
Proxima squeezed Carol's ass, a silent warning of what would happen if she didn't answer.
"Yes," Carol replied quickly, wincing as she felt Proxima's fingernails digging into her skin.
"Good," Proxima purred, rubbing Carol's ass again. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Carol shook her head, looking away. "No."
"Your master wasn't simply rewarding me for trussing you up for his enjoyment," Proxima explained. "He gave me a task."
"No," Carol shook her head, seeing what Proxima was getting at. "That's not—"
"It is," Proxima interrupted. "He saw you needed more training, and that I was up to the task, and when he offered me a taste… that told me what my reward would be."
"No," Carol shook her head. "Loki wouldn't…" then she remembered the look in his eyes when he took her to Lyria, and then after that when he made her picture herself with Minn-Erva.
"Good," Proxima said, seeing the dawning realization in Carol's eyes. "You understand now."
Carol's eyes widened, wondering just how far Loki would go with this. She thought he was just teasing her… keeping her off balance, but now she wasn't so sure.
"Oh, little slave," Proxima chuckled, seeing the worry in her eyes as she scooped her up in her arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the bedroom. "You have nothing to fear."
"Lord Loki is quite possessive of you, and will not share you with just anyone," she explained.
Carol breathed a sigh of relief, but it still left her with another problem. "I'm not… I don't like —"
"Women?" Proxima asked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Carol nodded. She had flirted with the notion, especially when Loki did the things he did, but her desires, her arousal, it all went back to him, and what it felt like when he dominated her.
"That is what you need to understand, little slave," Proxima explained. "Your desires are secondary to your master, and fortunately for me, what he desires is what I desire."
"He wants to see me take every one of your holes," Proxima said, her voice husky.
"He wants to see you on your hands and knees while I plunder your pussy with my strapon, to feel your lips wrapped around his cock sucking him for all you are worth as I take you."
"Can you picture it?" Proxima replied, already smelling her arousal. "Imagine him sitting here, right where I am now. You bouncing on his lap, taking his cock inside your sweet pussy, then the surprise on your face when you feel my hands on your hips, then my dildo pushing its way into your tight little ass as we take you at the same time."
Carol groaned, trying to block out the lust-filled visions flooding her senses.
"That will barely scratch the surface of what I will do to you, little slave," Proxima drawled.
"No," Carol shook her head, shutting her eyes, feeling her pussy moisten as she imagined the look on Loki's face, how powerless she would be in that moment.
"Yes," Proxima replied, a grin spreading across her face. "Now imagine yourself on his lap again, but this time with your back turned to him," she continued. "He's taking your ass. You can feel his cock pumping inside you, can't you?"
"No," Carol groaned, hating how easy it was for Proxima to get her worked up like this.
Proxima chuckled. "You're lying, little slave, but don't worry. I won't punish you for it. At least this time," she added with a wink.
"Now picture it again," she continued. "He lifts your legs, his hands gripping your thighs. You think nothing of it, feeling his cock sink deeper into your ass. Your whole body is alive with pleasure as you feel your orgasm approaching."
"Then you see me slither onto the bed. Your eyes widen as I slowly make my way between your parted thighs. You try to close your legs, to deny me, but you can't. Your master's grip is too strong. He spreads your thighs wider, making it that much easier for me to take what I want."
"You're helpless, feeling my hot breath on your thighs, on your slick pussy. You can only watch as I stick out my tongue, now just a hair's breadth from your slick folds."
"Ugh," Carol groaned, trying to think of something else, anything else, trying to escape Proxima's grip, but nothing worked, and worse yet, her own mind began filling in the gaps.
She imagined Loki's strong hands on her thighs, massaging them as he held her legs apart, felt his muscled chest press against her back, his lips on her neck, she could even smell his unique scent.
"Then you feel it," Proxima whispered, "my tongue is dancing along your engorged lips. Your whole body shudders, all while your master continues to take your ass. Can you feel it?" she asked.
"Y-yes," Carol groaned, no longer even able to offer a token resistance to the vision Proxima painted in her mind.
"I inch closer," Proxima said. "You can feel my tongue lapping at your pussy, but it isn't enough. You need more. Before you even realize what you've done, your hand is tangled in my hair as you beg for more."
"You let out a loud moan as I press my tongue into your overheated pussy. You can feel it pumping inside you. I mirror your master. As his cock slides back, my tongue slides forward. We fall into a steady rhythm, one of us inside you at all times as we take you."
"When he speeds up, I match his thrusts. You can't take it anymore. You're thrashing in your master's grip, not because you want it to stop, but because you know it's only with your master's permission you're allowed to cum."
"Ask him," Proxima demanded. "Ask him in only the way a slave can ask their master."
Carol groaned, her breath coming out in short gasps. "P-please, master," she moaned, lost in the vision Proxima painted in her mind.
"Louder," Proxima ordered. "How can you expect your master to hear you when your voice is barely above a whisper?"
"Please, Master," Carol said, her eyes tightly closed, feeling Loki's cock inside her ass, Proxima's tongue dancing along her clit. She needed it. It was all she could think about.
"Please what?" Proxima pressed. "You know what your master wants to hear," she admonished.
Carol writhed in her master's arms, her body aching for release. 'Why am I fighting this?' she thought to herself.
"Please, Master," Carol begged, letting out a deep moan. "Let your slave cum!" she pleaded.
"If only I could little slave," Proxima chuckled, delighted by how responsive Carol was, and understanding a little more about what drew Lord Loki to his slave in the first place.
"Wha-what?" Carol blinked as the room slowly returned to focus, and her lust-filled thoughts finally cleared, her face flushing a deep red as she realized where she was, and who she was with.
"Do you see now how completely Lord Loki owns you?" Proxima asked the now silent slave.
"…Why?" Carol demanded, finding her voice. "Why do this?"
"Isn't it obvious, little slave?" Proxima asked with a raised eyebrow.
Carol shook her head.
"When you tell your master you are his, when you accept he owns you completely, mind, body, and soul, when you believe it with every fiber of your being, then, and only then do I get my reward," Proxima smiled.
Carol stared at Proxima, her mouth agape. All of this, just so that she could fuck her?
Proxima chuckled. "Yes, little slave. Now you understand. I know you don't desire me. That is for your master, as it should be, but what I desire is to make you cum despite that."
"Why?" Carol asked, not able to make sense of Proxima's twisted desires.
"For the same reason you fight your master, yet you yearn for him to defeat you. Why you claim to want freedom, when it is captivity that makes you feel alive," Proxima replied.
"I do not want love, nor companionship," Proxima explained. "What I desire is a challenge. The battlefield does not matter."
"I see the way you look at me," Carol replied. "It's more than that."
Proxima threw her head back, laughing. "Do not flatter yourself, little slave. Duty and love are not the same thing."
Carol glared at Proxima. "I know what I saw."
"Lust," Proxima replied simply. "One of my many vices. I will not deny that my interests lean towards the fairer sex, and you fascinate me, little slave."
"Tell me, how does a delicate creature like you attract, much less command the attentions of a god?" she asked curiously.
Carol stared back at Proxima, not sure how to respond. She knew Loki found her because of the stones, but his attraction to her went deeper than that.
Proxima chuckled. "No, I didn't expect you to know either, little slave. His mind is like a storm, moving from one thought to another faster than most can blink. I doubt I will ever know more than a fraction of what goes through his mind."
"All the more reason to sample you for myself," Proxima continued, leering at her. "And see why your master can't seem to keep his hands off of you."
"You can't." Carol shook her head. "Loki won't let you."
"Not yet," Proxima corrected her. "You forget that it's not a matter of if, but when."
"You'll be waiting a long time then," Carol replied defiantly. "I call him master because I lost a bet, not because he owns me."
Proxima chuckled. "You are closer than you think. I see the way you look at him, the way you lean into his touch, the sounds you make when he takes you. That is more than lust, little slave, and you know it."
"Just because… just because," Carol said, struggling to find the words.
She wasn't Loki's captive, not anymore. She wanted to be with him. That's what she'd realized, but then another thought struck her.
She had been so adamant about escaping for so long before that. Was she now just another realization away from becoming his slave too?
"Good girl," Proxima praised with a wry smile.
"I'm not!" Carol argued.
"Not yet," Proxima teased.
"I won't do what you tell me, no matter what you do to me," Carol declared, crossing her arms.
"And why is that, little slave?" Proxima asked, clearly amused. "If you're so sure of yourself, nothing I tell you to do should matter."
"It doesn't," Carol snapped. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to play your game!"
"You are," Proxima said, grasping her chin, and forcing her to meet her eyes. "Regardless of what you believe, you will do your duty to your master."
"I won't," Carol shook her head.
"Then you will spend a great deal more of your time over my knee," Proxima warned. "And if you think crawling at the end of a leash is humiliating, you haven't seen anything yet. So test me, little slave, please," she taunted, her earlier humor vanishing.
Carol glared at Proxima for a long moment, knowing she wasn't bluffing. "Fine," she muttered, looking away.
Proxima shot Carol an amused look, patting her head as if she were a pet. "I had a feeling you would see sense, little slave, and your task is something I think you will enjoy."
Carol shot Proxima a doubtful look, expecting the worst.
"When your master wakes, it should be a pleasant experience," Proxima explained.
"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, shooting her a confused look.
"Tomorrow, when he wakes, it will be with your lips wrapped around his cock," Proxima explained with a stern look. "And be warned. Should it slip your mind, Mimir will inform me of it immediately."
Carol huffed, crossing her arms, hating how quickly the AI had joined forces with Proxima, all to make things more difficult for her.
***
Carol awoke, feeling her collar buzz. It was another feature Loki had neglected to mention, one that allowed Mimir to know where she was, and also shock her if it chose to, and now Mimir was using it, albeit on a lower setting, as an alarm clock.
She glanced over at Loki beside her, watching him sleep. He was usually the first to wake, hardly a surprise as he spent their nights wearing her out, and she didn't have his godly stamina to recover as quickly as he did.
She felt another buzz, this time a little sharper, more insistent, a reminder of what Proxima would do if Loki woke up on his own.
She lifted the bedsheet, looking down at Loki's cock. Unsurprisingly, he was hard. She licked her lips, feeling a swell of desire for him. He was always ready to take her, even while he was asleep.
She slithered down, underneath the sheets, careful not to wake him as she wrapped her lips around his cock.
She flicked her eyes up at his as she licked his cock, feeling it stiffen that much more as she swirled her tongue along his shaft.
She smiled, feeling her own pussy moisten as she heard him groan in his sleep. 'Maybe this won't be so bad,' she thought.
As far as Proxima's orders went, this was at least one that didn't involve humiliating her.
She tightened her lips around his cock as she slowly bobbed her head, leisurely building up his pleasure, seeing no reason to rush things.
She could feel him shift underneath her. He wasn't awake yet, but he was getting close. She took him a little deeper in her mouth, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat.
She could taste his pre-cum, felt his cock twitch in her mouth, and knew that she only had a few more seconds before he woke.
She tilted her head down, letting Loki's cock ease into her throat, squeezing her throat to massage his cock as she slowly took his full length inside her.
She looked up, feeling him move, his hand resting on the top of her head as he let out a grunt.
Loki woke up with a smile on his face, and the pleasant feeling of his cock inside his slave's mouth. He looked up at the ceiling, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling in silence.
When Carol bobbed her head, he grunted. She had clearly been at this for some time for him to be as close as he was.
Finally, he lifted the bedsheet, enjoying the sultry sight of his slave with his cock in her throat, sucking him deeply. "Good girl," he murmured, running his fingers through her silken hair.
It was by far the best alarm clock he had ever woken up to, and could see Proxima's influence all over it.
When Proxima had taken it upon herself to dominate Carol the way she had, he had been surprised, but the more he thought about it, the more he warmed to the idea.
He hadn't re-written her personality, only altered and refocused her memories, or so he thought at the time. It was only after the fact that he realized how closely her memories and personality were linked.
Proxima's life had been focused on battle for much of her life. It was what she desired most, and when he'd refocused that desire to Carol's protection, things had taken an unexpected, yet welcomed turn.
His lips curled into a smile as he felt Carol's fingers on his balls, teasing him as she continued to suck him, clearly seeking his attention.
He pulled away the sheets, letting it fall to the floor as he looked down at his slave in all her glory, her lips wrapped snugly around his cock, a sight that never failed to arouse him.
He could see it now, how close she was to her true self, needing just one final push to accept the truth, and from the looks of things, Proxima was determined to make that happen far sooner than he anticipated.
His thoughts drifted back to Carol's protector. She had developed an attraction to his slave, but he didn't feel any jealousy; far from it.
He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of his stubborn slave crawling on the floor at the end of a leash, often with her ass freshly spanked, as she glared up at Proxima.
He let out a sharp exhale as he felt Carol's tongue on the underside of his cock, interrupting his musings, and knew he had reached his limit.
Tightening his grip on Carol's hair, he grunted his release, watching with satisfaction as her cheeks puffed out, and she dutifully swallowed his seed, then licked his cock clean before letting it slip from between her lips.
"What brought this on?" Loki asked, pretending not to know about Proxima's orders.
Carol crawled back up, cuddling into Loki's side as she tucked her head underneath his chin. "…Did you like it, master?" She asked, unwilling to give Proxima the credit for the visibly relaxed expression on his face.
"I think you already know the answer to that," Loki said, tracing his finger down her spine until he found her plug, wrapping his fingers around the base.
"Can I.." she asked, looking up at Loki. "Can I do this again?"
Loki smirked, "as often as you'd like, little slave."
Carol watched as Loki got out of bed some time later, making his way to the washroom, and heard the shower turn on. She felt an urge to join him, feeling a jolt of pleasure, followed by her eyelids growing heavy, reminding her how little sleep Loki had allowed her to have the previous night.
***
"Wake up, little slave," Proxima said, leaning down as she shook Carol's shoulder.
"Wha-?" Carol mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she slowly woke up.
The last thing she remembered was watching Loki walk into the shower.
"You did well," Proxima praised, patting her head. "But now it is time for you to get up."
"Why?" Carol grumbled. "What's going on?"
"We've arrived," Proxima explained. "Lord Loki does not wish to waste any more time. We will accompany him to the planet."
Carol's eyes widened as she shot up in bed, now wide awake. Loki was here for his brother Thor, and considering what he'd said about the last time he saw him, she didn't expect it to be a pleasant reunion.
"Shower," Proxima said, pointing to the bathroom.
Carol nodded, getting out of bed as she walked into the shower, feeling the warm jets of water on her skin. Unlike usual, she didn't linger, quickly washing herself, and when she stepped outside, she found Proxima already there, waiting with a towel in hand.
She turned around as Proxima wrapped the towel around her, drying her off, then led her back to the bed.
On it, she found her clothes waiting for her. It was a red and gold dress in the cut and style Loki preferred her in — leaving little to the imagination.
It was obviously high quality, just like all the other clothes Loki seldom allowed her wear, but this one in particular seemed like it was made to draw the eye, and make her the center of attention.
She was so lost in thought she yelped when Proxima pulled the towel off her, and quickly dressed her, another recent development that still annoyed her.
For some reason, her new protector didn't seem to think she could dress herself, insisting on doing it herself, and whenever she protested, found herself on the receiving end of yet another spanking.
She glowered as Proxima took her by the arm, guiding her to a chair, then pushed her down, combing her hair next.
The most surprising thing was how absurdly good Proxima was at it, brushing her hair until it shone, then styling to delicately frame her face.
"Come, little slave," Proxima said, clipping the leash to her collar. "We've kept your master waiting long enough."
Carol stood up, relieved that Proxima wouldn't make her crawl through the ship this time, but it wasn't lost on her how she now referred to Loki as her master instead of Lord Loki as she had in the beginning, another way she subtly reinforced Loki's dominance over her.
They found him waiting for them at the airlock, and one glance at him in his armor, along with Proxima in hers, while she wore silk, and a silver collar, and she knew there would be no doubt in anyone's mind what her position was.
"Lord Loki," Proxima greeted, handing Carol's leash to him.
Carol watched as Loki took the leash, feeling a pang of disappointment when he didn't hold on to the base of her plug instead, missing the familiar comfort of being close to him while on an alien planet.
"Let's go," Loki said, pressing the button to open the airlock.
The last time he'd visited the planet, he had made it a point to avoid the city, specifically to avoid drawing the attention of the Grandmaster, and now he was walking right into heart of his domain.
He knew the idea of Thor keeping a low profile was practically nil, and that he had more than likely already drawn the attention of the Grandmaster, but when they stepped onto the chaotic, junk field streets of Sakaar he nearly faced palmed seeing the hundreds of posters plastered everywhere with his brothers face.
"Thor, you idiot," He muttered, looking at a poster of Thor holding a hammer, not Mjölnir, but a close facsimile with a bolt of lighting reaching into the sky and beside it, a poster of Sif leaping into the air a sword held in her hands.
Beneath each poster were the words: Lightning. Steele. Fury.
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