Vers didn't resist, still blushing as Lyria reached between her thighs, wiping away the evidence of her release. She didn't know what to think, what to feel. Her orgasm had been so much more intense that she was prepared for.
Her gaze unfocused, she looked off into the distance as Loki and Lyria continued to talk, not even paying attention to what they were talking about as she lay there, deep in thought.
Her past had always been a mystery to her. Who was she before the Kree found her? What she was like? The questions still haunted her. She thought about what Loki and Lyria said about her. Was it true? Did she really crave this? To submit to Loki, or was it just another game he was playing?
She remembered how hard she came when Loki ordered her to, a blush coloring her cheeks even now, as she thought about it. It felt so natural at the time, she didn't even consider the implications.
"Your clothes are ready, me dear," Lyria said softly, helping her to her feet, and placing a hand on the small of her back as she guided her to the chest Nyx held in her arms.
Vers looked up, startled out of her stupor at the mention of clothes, feeling hopeful. She had expected to wear out the same hooded robe Loki created for her when they arrived, but when she looked inside the chest, seeing what Loki expected her to wear, she blanched.
Not only was it a dress, something she wouldn't normally be caught dead in, but it was also the most revealing thing she had ever seen.
It was a deep blue silk, with gold accents, a plunging neckline, and a double slit, leaving her legs exposed, along with most of her chest and stomach.
"You can't be serious," Vers said, finding her voice as she looked at Loki in shock, her face beet red at the thought about the embarrassment of being seen in something like that. "I can't wear this! It's worse than the robe!"
"Perhaps she's right," Loki said, looking at Lyria mischievously, a sly smirk on his face. "What do you have that's a little less… conservative, Lyria?"
"What? No!" Vers interrupted, rounding on Loki as she stared daggers at him, unable to tell if he was serious or if this was all a joke.
"So you like the dress then?" Loki asked, his smirk turning into a grin.
Vers stared back and forth between Loki's smirking face and Lyria's amused smile, her mouth agape. They had her trapped, and from the glint in Lyria's eyes, she could already tell there were far more revealing outfits in the chest than this one.
"Fine. I'll wear it," she mumbled, feeling defeated as Lyria smiled, taking the dress from Nyx.
"Don't frown dear," Lyra admonished, putting the dress on Vers, and taking her time to adjust the fit. "A dress like this will only enhance your beauty, I guarantee it."
Vers could only nod weakly as Lyria primped and prodded her, adjusting the dress, and combed out her hair again. Her face flushing as she realized there was a cutout in the back, just large enough for the base of her plug to fit through.
"And now for the final touch," Lyria said, pulling out a pair of golden high-heeled sandals from the chest and slipping them on Vers's feet. "Now you're ready," she said proudly, taking a step back to admire her work.
Vers could only stand there on wobbly feet, holding onto Loki's arm to steady herself. "I can't even walk in these," she complained, looking down at her feet.
"It will take some getting used to," Lyria agreed, glancing over at Loki meaningfully. "But I'm sure your master will make sure you get all the practice you need."
"He's not—" Vers said, before stopping with a sigh, realizing she was wasting her breath on her.
Loki placed his hand on the small of Vers's back, trailing his fingers down until his fingers wrapped around the base of her plug.
Vers yelped as she felt Loki tug on her plug, feeling uncomfortably full with it wedged so tightly inside her. Without thinking, she reached back to slap Loki's hand away, a glare on her face, only to frown in disappointment when her hand went limp and fell to her side, remembering only then that she couldn't attack Loki.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, before looking forward again, doing her best to ignore Loki, rather than say anything, and play into his game.
"Thank you, Lyria," Loki said, handing her a pouch. "You've outdone yourself."
"Not at all, Lord Loki," Lyria said with a short bow. "It is I who should thank you for bringing me such a wonderful canvas to work with," she said, trailing her fingers down Vers's chest with one hand as she took the pouch with the other. "Your slave is my greatest work."
Vers studiously kept her eyes forward, determined not to give either of them the reaction they wanted. She could only hope Loki had no more detours to make, and they could finally leave this terrible place.
***
Vers walked through the crowded streets of Knowhere, staying close to Loki, weary of the looks being directed at them. Dressed the way she was, she stuck out like a sore thumb, drawing far more attention than before.
She grimaced, hating the uncomfortable presence of the plug Loki put inside her, stretching her back passage open. To make matters worse, Loki held onto its base, wiggling it every now and then, as if she needed a reminder it was back there.
The denizens of Knowhere moved out of their way as they passed, but unlike before, she could feel their eyes lingering on her as they passed, undisguised looks of lust and envy on their faces, but when Loki glared at them they were quick to turn away.
The dress, if you could even call it that, revealed for more than it hid, giving everyone they passed an eye full. It was so light, it almost felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
It felt like all it would take was one wrong move, one stumble, she would spill out of her dress, and with the ridiculous shoes Lyria gave her, it felt like a growing inevitability. She could barely walk in them, having to lean on Loki, just to steady herself.
As they rounded a corner, all her thoughts suddenly came to a screeching halt, her eyes widening as she saw who was walking towards them, feeling elated. It was her people! She knew they would come for her, and they weren't just any soldiers. It was the Accusers, lead by Ronan himself.
She'd never met him before, but she knew his reputation. Some called him extreme, and brutal, with a single-minded focus that terrified his adversaries, but his loyalty to the empire was beyond question.
'What's going on?' she thought to herself. Ronan wasn't known to go on rescue missions, but she couldn't think of any other reason for him to be here, so far away from Kree territory.
Loki found her homing beacon. He left it behind on Ria, along with her uniform. The empire had no way of tracking her here.
She looked up at Loki, seeing the calm expression on his face. 'He hasn't seen them yet,' she thought, keeping her face neutral. She had a chance to escape, and she couldn't blow it. She just had to get their attention without Loki catching on.
That was when reality hit. She looked down at herself. Even if she could get their attention, they would never believe she was one of them, not dressed like this. She also wasn't born Kree, making it even harder to convince them she was a fellow soldier.
Despite that, she kept staring at them, hoping they would somehow recognize her. This was her best, possibly only, chance to escape. She thought furiously, needing to get their attention, when surprisingly Ronan's eyes locked on her as he came to a stop.
Ronan stared at the woman, recognizing her face from his mission briefing. A look of distaste crossed his face as he took in what she was wearing. 'This is the 'soldier' the Supreme Intelligence sent me here for?' He thought in disgust. 'She's not even in uniform,' he thought, further reinforcing his belief the Supreme Intelligence was flawed to waste his time on this.
Vers felt a surge of hope as the other Accusers also stopped, now looking at her as well. 'They're here for me,' she realized, feeling a flood of relief.
The denizens of Knowhere seemed to realize something was wrong. The crowd quickly dispersed, running into shops and back alleys in their rush to get away.
Loki came to a stop, his eyes narrowing as he recognizing the armor the Accusers wore, the same kind as Vers. They were here for her. Somehow, they'd found her. He locked eyes with their leader, sensing he was much stronger than the others. Then his eyes dropped to his hammer, reminded of the last time he saw his brother.
He could already sense the hammer was far more powerful than it looked. It seemed to enhance its wielders abilities, but he wasn't sure how.
"Secure her," Ronan barked an order to his Accusers. "Then kill him," he said, looking at Loki with contempt.
Loki smirked confidently as the Accusers stepped past their leader, pointing their plasma rifles at him. Before they could blink, he created ten illusionary copies of himself, bringing the Accusers to a halt as they looked at back and forth between his copies in confusion.
"Shoot them all," Ronan ordered dismissively, in no mood for parlor tricks.
The Accusers quickly raised their rifles, sending energy blasts at Loki's illusions, but even with all their training, they still found it difficult to land a hit on him, as he, along with his illusions dodged and weaved around their attacks, making it even more difficult for them to discover which of them was the real one.
Thanks to Loki's newly enhanced senses, it was child's play for him to dodge their attacks, easily calculating the trajectories of their blasts, and moving just enough to avoid them.
He knew he had to be careful. On their own, the energy blasts weren't strong enough to do much damaged, but concentrated fire from all of them was another story. Despite that, he held back on going on the offensive, keeping an eye focused on Ronan and his hammer.
With his enhanced reflexes, speed, and Odin's memories to aid him, he was more powerful than he had ever been before, and eager to test out his new skills.
Vers watched Loki dodge and weave around the Accuser's attacks. She bit her lip, feeling the tension rise. Loki was playing with them. It reminded her of her own futile battle against him, but as watched the fight she could sense something was off.
For the first time, Loki's attention wasn't focused solely on her, nor was it on the Accusers. It was on Ronan. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but he never let Ronan out of his sight.
This was her chance to escape. She stepped back slowly, careful to make sure Loki, along with his illusions, didn't see what she was up to as she edged backwards and away from the battle.
Ronan growled in frustration as his soldiers continued to miss their target, already agitated by their incompetence. None of these so called elite soldiers were trained by him and it showed. They had missed too many opportunities, fell for too many of the man's feints.
Getting impatient, he raised his hammer, sending out a wide energy blast to disrupt Loki's illusions and bring an end to this farce, only to frown when the illusions dodged his energy blast as well. He narrowed his eyes, reassessing the threat level the man presented.
'He's obviously trained,' Ronan thought grudgingly. 'Not military though, too flashy, and he's also holding back. Why?' He thought, narrowing his eyes.
Vers watched the fight carefully, continuing to step back silently. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the alley way she and Loki passed earlier. 'Perfect,' she thought with a smile, remembering that it lead to the docking bay. If she could just get to the Kree vessel Ronan arrived in, she would be home free.
'Just a little further,' she thought, nearing the alleyway. As soon as she was out of Loki's sight, she could run, and not have to worry about him spotting her.
"Going somewhere?" Loki said, a smirk on his face as he appeared behind Vers, grabbing her wrists in one hand as he wrapped the other around her waist.
Vers let out a surprised scream, feeling Loki's hot breath on the back of her neck. She struggled in his grip, but it was no use. He was far stronger than her and easily overpowered her.
"Let me go!" she demanded, hoping that it would draw the attention of the Accusers, letting them know this was the real Loki, and not an illusion.
She looked back at the Accusers as they stopped firing, now looking in her direction. 'Yes!' she thought triumphantly, as they broke off their attacks, ignoring Loki's illusions.
Her moment of celebration was short-lived. As soon as the Accusers had their backs turned to Loki's illusions, they attacked viciously.
Vers could only watch in dismay as Loki's illusions took the Accusers by surprise, capitalizing on their fatal mistake to take down three of them down before the others even realized what happened.
Loki smirked from behind Carol as he watched his illusions put the Accusers on the back foot, fighting them at close range, and making it much more difficult for them to use their bulky plasma rifles.
His earlier illusions had been rudimentary at best. At the time he lacked the mental control and skill required to get the most of out of the technique, which usually limited him to a single illusion if he intended to fool someone, and up to five as long as the illusions didn't have to move or speak.
His last trip to Asgard changed all that, copying Odin's memories had given him a much better understanding of the technique, and then enhancing his mind and body with the mind stone had taken his skills to the next level.
He raised an eyebrow, watching as their leader lost patience, jumping into the fight himself, using his hammer to destroy one of his illusions, causing it to shatter like glass before disappearing.
Ronan growled, swinging his hammer in a wide arc as he destroyed two more of the troublesome illusions, taking a heavy kick to his side before the illusion shattered.
He stumbled, grabbing his side as he looked around, no closer to figuring out who the real one was until he spotted one of them further away from the others, conveniently standing behind his quarry.
He stalked forward, leaving his Accusers to deal with the remaining illusions as he sent an energy blast at his head.
He blinked, surprised as his energy blast stopped abruptly, a shield snapping up in its path. He locked back and forth between the illusions, not sure which one had created it.
His eyes narrowed, looking for a tell, something to go on, but his moment of inattention cost him as an illusion appeared at his side, hitting him with a heavy right hook, snapping his head to the side.
Ronan growled, spitting out a glob of blood before kicking the illusion heavily in the chest, watching it shatter, then disappear, his anger and frustration continuing to mount, feeling like he was trying to swat a particularly annoying fly.
Loki observed the fight carefully. He was down to four illusions, but they had done their job, reducing the Accuser's numbers down to four, five counting Ronan himself and spreading them out across the impromptu battlefield.
Just as Odin had done in his younger years, Loki used his illusions to assess the battle, looking for the patterns in Ronan's attacks and the weaknesses in his form.
His soldiers used the same fighting style as Vers's team. It was brutal and efficient, but far too simplistic to deal with the chaotic fighting style he preferred. They simply lacked the creativity to adapt and change when the situation called for it, and if not for Ronan, the fight would have already ended.
"Don't run off again," Loki whispered into Vers's ear, a clear warning that send a shiver of fear and unwanted desire tingling down her spine.
Loki stepping back, another one of his illusions seamlessly taking his place as he joined the fray, dashing forward, and jumped into the air, ramming his knee into the skull of the closest Accuser, and sending him flying into the wall of a nearby building.
As Loki landed, he fluidly snapped to his side, letting a plasma blast fly pass by chest. Using the vision of his illusions to give himself a 360 degree view of the battlefield as he weaved around their attacks even faster than before, landing devastating blows left and right, making it appear as if he had eyes in the back of his head as he set the pace of the fight.
Flashing forward, he grabbed the muzzle of an Accusers plasma rifle, jerking it to the side just as he fired, using it to strike down one of his comrades before he wrenched it out of his hands, slamming the butt of the rifle into the surprised Accuser's head, knocking him out cold.
A feral smirk worked its way onto his face as his two remaining illusions continued to fight Ronan, watching him get angrier and more frustrated as they drew out the battle.
His illusions weren't strong enough to defeat Ronan. He would need to land the final blow himself, but without his Accusers to get in the way, he could finally focus his full attention on Ronan.
He sent a mental command to his illusions, watching as they stepped away from Ronan, shattering into light and vapor.
Ronan glared hatefully at Loki, sparing a glance at his fallen Accusers, disgusted by how weak they all turned out to be. "No more tricks!" He spat, tightening his grip on his war hammer. "You sit there hiding behind your illusions like a coward. Face me!"
"A coward?" Loki laughed out loud, the sarcasm clear in his voice. "You wound me, truly," he said, gesturing lazily to the fallen Accusers at his feet. "But if they can't handle a few illusions, well, that says more about their lack of skill than any cowardice on my part, doesn't it?"
Ronan growled, privately thinking the same thing, but unwilling to concede the point to the warrior.
"I must say," Loki said, projecting an air of arrogance as Ronan took a step forward. "I'm intrigued. You're a long way from home, are you not? How did you find us out here?" He asked as they circled each other.
Ronan said nothing, watching the warrior carefully, looking for the right opportunity to strike. He had no illusions about Loki's skills, now seeing him for the seasoned warrior he was.
He could tell Loki wasn't taking the fight seriously, already sure of his victory. He could use that arrogance, turn it against him.
"Nothing to say?" Loki taunted with a raised eyebrow. "You don't want to be here, do you?" he deduced. "No, I think you had much more important things to do," he said, catching the twitch in Ronan's left eye. "But your commanders thought otherwise, didn't they?" He pressed.
Ronan glared, slamming his hammer into the ground, sending a shock wave of energy at Loki, hoping that it would finally shut him up.
Loki side stepped the energy blast, making it look like he scrambled back just in time, watching out of the corner of his eye as the energy wave slammed into a building, reducing it to rubble.
He knew he had to be careful. He was faster than Ronan, but wasn't durable enough to shrug off an energy blast from his weapon. It was a risk, but he couldn't just let an opportunity like this slip through his fingers.
He had to know how the Kree found Vers, and more importantly, if it was a method Thanos could use to find them as well. He considered using the mind stone to get what he needed, but could see aliens peeking their heads out from behind the rubble to get a better look.
It was only a matter of time before the Collector learned what they saw, and even less time for him to work out he had an infinity stone. There was no telling what he would do with that information, but it would cause him no end of problems.
"How I found you is no concern of yours," Ronan growled, swinging his hammer forward in a tight arc, aiming for the top of Loki's head. "You won't live long enough for it to matter!"
Loki saw the attack coming and dodged out of the way. He had seen Thor use the same move countless times before and knew exactly how to counter it.
He grabbed Ronan's wrist on his downswing, twisting and shoving his arm to the side, creating an opening for his own attack. He jumped into the air, snapping a kick under Ronan's chin.
As the hammer struck the ground, Ronan went flying backwards in a wide arc, separating him from his hammer, and removing much of the threat he presented.
Loki quickly created an illusion to snatch up the hammer, commanding it to ran off down an alleyway.
Ronan staggered to his feet, feeling a sharp pain on his chin as he looked around for his hammer, but only found Loki staring back at him, a smug smile on his face. "Where is it?!" He roared, his anger overtaking him.
"Oh, you're little hammer? It's over there," Loki smiled, creating an illusion of the hammer just outside of Ronan's field of view. "I doubt it will do you much good, though."
Ronan, with a murderous look in his eyes, stalked forward, bending down to pick up his hammer. He kept an eye trained on Loki, weary of another attack, only to find out it was another one of the trickster's illusions when it shattered in his hands.
He grit his teeth, seeing the widening smirk on Loki's face. He understood his game now. Loki wanted him angry, to make a mistake that he could then capitalize on. He exhaled sharply, willing himself to calm down as he stared down the trickster god. "You think your little tricks will save you? I have your measure now," he said, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "You won't fool me again."
"You think so?" Loki drawled as they returned to circling each other. "You haven't even landed a single hit. What makes you think you can beat me?"
Ronan felt another flash of anger, but pushed it back down ruthlessly. So far, he had been the aggressor, allowing Loki to goad him into attacking. He wouldn't make that mistake again. All Loki had was tricks. He could see that now. Without them, he was nothing.
Loki, seeing his opportunity to interrogate Ronan further continued. "So tell me. How did you find her?" he asked, nodding his head in Vers's direction. "Perhaps an informant on Knowhere?" He asked, studying Ronan's face carefully, but didn't see any obvious tells. "No," he shook his head. "We weren't here long enough for that. Then how?"
Ronan growled, feeling like he was dealing with a buzzing gnat, one he was having great difficulty swatting down. Losing patience, he sent a probing jab at Loki's head, attempting to create an opening for a follow up attack he could use to get past his guard.
Loki leaned to the side, watching as the punch flew past his head, as he considered other ways to get under Ronan's skin, and goad him into revealing something else he could use.
His moment of distraction cost him as Ronan slammed a fist into his stomach a moment later, sending him staggering backwards.
Ronan didn't hesitate, following up with a right hook as he pressed his advantage, landing a glancing blow to the side of Loki's head before he stepped out of his reach.
Loki got back into a fighting stance, his guard up. Ronan's attack had caught him by surprise. The blow to his stomach had bruised a few ribs, but he wouldn't let Ronan see that. He kept the same sly grin on his face, hiding his wince, but knew he had to be more careful.
"Nothing to say now?" Ronan demanded, watching Loki carefully, feeling his confidence grow as the trickster finally fell silent.
"I think you'll find I always have something to say," Loki said with a grin, creating an illusion of Ronan's hammer in his hand. "This is an interesting weapon," he said, pretending to examine it. "Tell me, have you ever been struck by it?" He asked, swinging it in a wide arc at Ronan's face.
Ronan's eyes widened as he saw his own hammer flying towards his skull. His hammer was attuned specifically for him, and knew Loki wouldn't be able to use its energy blasts, but that didn't mean he wanted to take a direct hit from it either, especially after seeing how Loki had handled his Accusers.
He considered the possibility it was another of his tricks, an illusion that he could easily withstand, then land a devastating blow on Loki, but regardless, he ducked out of the way, knowing that if he was wrong their fight would end in a humiliating loss.
He let out a relieved breath, feeling the air displaced by his hammer on his face as he came back up, looking wearily at Loki as he waited for his next attack.
Loki spun around, spinning the hammer in an upward arc, aiming for Ronan's chin. He hid his smirk when Ronan threw himself backward to avoid the hit.
Ronan got back to his feet, eying Loki carefully as he took a few steps back. He was at a disadvantage now, and they both knew it. Loki was faster than he expected, even with the weight of his hammer to contend with.
Loki jumped high into the air, holding the hammer over his head as he smashed it down on Ronan, who quickly scrambled out of the way.
Ronan's eyes widened, seeing the massive hole in the ground left behind by Loki's attack. He would have been finished if the hit landed. He looked back at Loki, feeling something he hadn't felt in a very long time: fear.
Loki plastered an arrogant smirk on his face, knowing he had Ronan right where he wanted him. He reared back, throwing the hammer at Ronan, watching it spin end over end as it flew towards him.
Ronan threw himself to the side, eyes wide, just barely evading his hammer as it flew past him, slamming heavily into a wall, and crashing through it, sending rubble flying in all directions.
He looked back at Loki, who was running towards him. No — he realized. He was going for his hammer, but he was closer. He turned on his heel, sprinting for the building, looking around desperately for his hammer. If he could just get to it first, he could end the fight here and now.
'There!' He thought, seeing it in the rubble. He could hear Loki's footsteps close behind him, and knew he had to get to it first. Jumping over a large stone, he wrapped his fingers around the handle, lifting it up as he spun around to face Loki.
He could see Loki in the air, jumping over the same stone he had jumped over, a dagger in his hand. 'Too late,' he thought viciously, swinging his hammer around, knowing that Loki couldn't dodge while in the air.
He aimed for the side of his head, ready to pulverize him with a single hit, a vindictive smile on his face as his hammer connected with Loki's head, only for his jaw to drop open in shock as his hammer shattered into nothingness. Then he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down slowly, seeing Loki's dagger buried in his chest.
"It was all…" He said before the light left his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground dead.
Loki sighed, wiping his dagger clean before re-sheathing it. He had hoped to get more out of Ronan before the kill, but after taking that punch from him, he knew it was too great a risk to draw out the fight any longer than he already had.
He looked back at Vers, still held by his illusion. He made his way back to her, hoping he could get what he needed from one of the Accusers he left alive.
Vers couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Loki had taken down Accusers, the elite of the elite. Then there was his battle with Ronan. He was playing with him from the very beginning, controlling every step of the fight. In retrospect, it was obvious. Ronan never stood a chance.
Her jaw dropped open as she saw Loki's illusions fade away, all the damage he caused to the buildings had been another illusion, designed to fool Ronan into thinking his hammer was really here, and creating a sequence of events that left him wide open for Loki's true attack.
"You seemed as surprised as I was to see them," Loki said, kicking the side of one of the downed Accusers and flipping him onto his back, making Vers realize Loki had spotted them even before she did.
Vers shook her head, still wondering that herself.
Loki narrowed his eyes, looking at the rest of the Accusers. He caught a flash of light just underneath one of their bodies and went to investigate.
Vers watched as Loki made his way to the fallen Accuser. She looked around, seeing people crowd in to have a closer look now that the fighting was over, and for once Loki seemed distracted.
She looked into the alleyway behind her, knowing it led to the docking bay and Ronan's ship. 'He must have left at least a couple of soldiers behind to guard the ship, and they know who I am!' She thought, slipped into the bustling crowd, hoping to vanish in the chaos.
Loki let out an annoyed sigh, looking up from the Accuser, sensing that Vers had run off again, and he could already guess where she was headed. He looked back and forth between the Accuser and the direction Vers ran off in.
Narrowing his eyes, spotting the Collector's men in the crowd. They were watching him. He cursed mentally, realizing the Collector had known Ronan was here, even before their meeting, and given his obvious interest in Vers, had set him up.
***
Vers pushed her way through the crowd, glancing over her shoulder as she ran to the docking bay. 'Almost there,' she thought, freedom nearly within her grasp.
She stumbled, looking down at her feet in frustration. The ridiculous shoes Lyria had given her were slowing her down, and if that wasn't bad enough, she was drawing far too much attention to herself the way she was dressed.
She didn't like the look of some of the rougher looking aliens gave her as she ran passed them, but thankfully, with the throng of people around them, they hadn't tried anything.
She turned a corner, seeing the docking bay in the distance, but that was when her luck finally ran out. There were three men she recognized at the end of the road, and as they walked towards her, the crowd parted for them.
She gulped nervously, realizing only then why no one had tried to capture her. The Collector wanted her for himself.
"The Collector would like to speak with you," the man said, his tone making it clear that it wasn't a request.
Vers felt a chill go down her spine at the cold look in his eyes. Throwing caution to the wind, she reared her fist back, ready to punch him and make a grab for his blaster, but her mind went blank the moment she curled her fingers into a fist, stopping her in her tracks.
That was when the fear truly set in. She had thought it was only Loki she couldn't fight, but whatever he had done to her went well beyond that.
"Let's go," the man said, grabbing her wrist in his meaty fist as he dragged her away.
"No!" Vers shouted, digging her heels into the ground. "Let go of me!" She demanded, struggled to pull her arm free, but the man didn't even seem to notice, easily pulling her along behind him.
She looked out at the crowd desperately, but they all looked away, hurrying out of their way, their eyes downcast.
She could see the Collector's home, and as much as she shouted and screamed, no one paid her any attention. A chill went down her spine, knowing that as soon as they set foot past the doors of the Collector's home, there was no hope. She would get locked away alongside the rest of his exhibits where not even Loki could get to her.
"You have something that belongs to me," she heard a familiar voice say from behind her, feeling an immediate flood of relief.
The Collector's men came to a stop, turning around to face Loki. "You're mistaken," the one holding Vers replied. "She is now the property of the Collector. In the future, see that you don't lose track of your possessions."
Loki narrowed his eyes. "Return what you have stolen, and I'll let you walk away, but continue to test my patience and you won't like the consequences."
"Believe me," the man said, a hard edge to his voice. "The Collector is not a man you want to make an enemy of Asgardian."
Loki leapt forward without warning, pulling out a pair of daggers as he did, burying them in the eye sockets of the man holding Vers, killing him instantly. The other two only had a moment to widen their eyes and stumble back in shock before a pair of Loki's illusions appeared behind them, snapping their necks.
Vers looked around shocked at how quickly Loki had taken down all three of them, moving even faster than when he fought Ronan.
"I hope you learned your lesson," Loki said as he grabbed Vers's wrist, pulling her away.
"I wouldn't have been in this mess if you hadn't used your mind tricks on me!" Vers argued back.
"Oh? So you think you could have beat all three of them?" Loki asked, the aggravation clear in his tone.
"I know I could have!" Vers replied stubbornly.
Loki glanced back at the Collector's building, cutting off his angry retort. They had to leave quickly. Rather than continue the argument, he picked up Vers, throwing her over his shoulder as he stalked away.
"Be silent," Loki hissed, landing a sharp slap to Vers's ass. "You've caused me more than enough problems for one day."
Vers let out a surprised yelp, a murderous look on her face, but there was nothing she could do. "I'm going to escape. You won't be able to stop me forever," she growled.
"I'm sure you'll try," Loki said coolly as he carried her through the crowd.
Vers grit her teeth in frustration. This had been her best chance to escape, and if the Collector's men hadn't caught up with her, she would have done it.
Loki turned around, looking back at the Collector's compound one last time before turning on his heel and leaving. As much as he wanted to even the score with the Collector, he knew he he wasn't ready to take him on, at least not yet.
***
Vers eyes burned with anger and defiance as Loki carried her up the ramp, and into the ship, watching as the ramp closed behind them, and the ship took off, leaving Knowhere, and her chance at escape behind.
Loki carried Vers to the bedroom, dumping her unceremoniously on the bed. "Running from me was dangerous, and a waste of time, Vers," he said, a stern look on his face. "You belong to me. It's time you accepted that."
Vers glared, snapping back. "I don't belong to anyone, least of all you!"
Loki raised an eyebrow, seeing the look on Vers's face, and knew he had been far too indulgent with her. She needed to learn what happened when she defied him.
"I may be your prisoner now, but you won't be able to control me forever! I know how your tricks work now!" Vers continued, sitting up on the bed as she glared at him.
Loki smirked, almost amused by her defiance now. "Take off the dress," he ordered.
Vers's eyes narrowed as she glared at Loki for a long moment. "Fine!" She snapped, knowing that Loki could easily make her remove it.
She tugged at the scraps of fabric, refusing to even think of them as a dress. She pulled off the top, throwing it to the floor, before doing the same for the bottoms. "There! Are you satisfied now?!" she asked bitterly.
"Not yet," Loki replied smoothly, his eyes lingering on her nude form. "You need to understand there's a price for disobeying me."
He moved to stand at the foot of the bed. "Turn around, I want you on all fours for your punishment."
Vers's eyes widened with indignation at what Loki wanted her to do. "No!" She shook her head vehemently. "I'm not some unruly child you can just punish. I'm a soldier!"
"Vers," Loki sighed, in no mood for games. "I think you know by now I'm going to get what I want. I'm allowing you to decide how that happens."
Vers clenched her jaw, thinking furiously. Loki was right. She would end up doing what he wanted, one way or the other. She let out a frustrated sigh, coming to the same conclusion she did the last time he put her in a position like this.
It was still better to hang onto the tiny shred of control she had left, than have Loki mess with her head.
Even as her mind rebelled against her actions, she turned around, getting on her hands and knees, her cheeks red with humiliation.
She was a soldier, an elite warrior, but none of that seemed to matter. She was going to get spanked, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Loki traced his hand along the curve of Vers's ass, feeling the supple skin beneath his fingertips. Vers needed to learn this lesson, before she ended up in a situation he couldn't get her out of.
Vers clenched her jaw, knowing what was coming, but was determined to take it stoically, and at least deny Loki the reaction he wanted from her.
SMACK! Loki raised his hand, landing the first spank on Vers's ass with a loud crack. He could feel her tense as he held his palm on her ass, her lips sealed. He was careful not to put too much force in it, wanting it to sting, but not cause any permanent harm. The humiliation was her real punishment.
Vers glared at the wall, feeling a mixture of humiliation and rage as she balled up her fists, her knuckles turning white, promising herself that she would endure this, and get back at Loki if it was the last thing she did.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Loki quickly rained down a series of spanks, alternating between each cheek to send the message home. "You will never do something so foolish again," he ordered.
Vers exhaled sharply through her nose, not trusting herself to speak, but she could already feel the sting. She was no stranger to pain, but this was different. The humiliation of her position cutting far deeper than the spanking ever could. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Loki looked down at Vers's ass, seeing the rosy pink hue it took on as he continued to spank her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He had to hammer this lesson home. The Collector was far from the most dangerous adversary he would face, and he couldn't allow Vers to run off again.
Vers hissed, really feeling the sting of her spanking now. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each spank a reminder of her failed escape attempt, and how much of her life that Loki now controlled.
She couldn't help but squirm as the pain became too much, gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out and completing her humiliation. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Loki watched Vers carefully, seeing the first cracks in her control, knowing it wouldn't be much longer until he drove the point home. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Vers shut her eyes tightly. Willing herself not to scream, but it was becoming more and more difficult with each spank, and Loki showed no signs of stopping. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Her mind flashed back to Lady Vers, and what happened to her in her dream. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Before she could stop herself, the first groan escaped her lips.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Then another as she squirmed even more in a futile attempt to escape Loki's blows. She was losing their battles of wills, and they both knew it.
The sharp claps of Loki's spanks filled the room, each one a declaration of his control over her, his ownership of her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Vers realized what Loki wanted, what it would take for this to finally stop, and she was loathed to give it to him. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Finally, when couldn't take it anymore, her ass feeling like it was on fire. She cried out in pain, experiencing a level of vulnerability and humiliation she had never felt before.
"You belong to me," Loki repeated, resting his palm on her ass, feeling the heat on her skin on his palm. "And you will not run from me again. Do you understand?"
Vers said nothing, breathing heavily, but nodded her head. Deep down inside, she knew that running from Loki was a mistake, especially considering where they were, and she regretted it.
Loki rubbed his hand along Vers's abused ass, soothing away the pain. Her ass a deep shade of red after the prolonged spanking.
He much preferred the rosy pink she had after the first few spanks, but knew he made the right decision.
Vers hissed in pain when Loki first rubbed her ass, but found it almost soothing now as she lay there collecting herself.
"The Kree were more interested in your whereabouts than I think you even realized," Loki said, rubbing and squeezing her ass more deeply.
Vers squirmed, this time for a different reason. She looked over her shoulder as she tried to sit up, only for Loki to press his palm on the small of her back, pushing her back down. "What are you talking about?" She asked, softly.
"They had a way to track you," Loki explained. "Nothing to concern yourself with. I've already taken care of it."
"Track me? How?" she demanded, now more concerned with finding out what Loki was talking about.
"One of the Accusers they sent after you," Loki explained. "He had a tracking device. It's for a homing device they implanted inside you."
"That's impossible," Vers said in disbelief. "I would have known."
"I assumed you might say something like that," Loki replied. "It's deactivated, but I can show you," he said, using his magic to extract it painlessly from the base of Vers's spine, holding it out for her to see.
"This is trick," Vers denied, shaking her head. "They would have told me," she repeated.
"Look for yourself," Loki replied, dropping the tracker in her hand. "You would recognize Kree technology better than I."
Vers stared at the tiny pill shaped device in her hand, feeling a surge of betrayal. There was no denying it. The serial number, the writing, the logo. It could only have come from Hala.
"When I took you, I noticed some of your memories were missing. I thought little of it at the time, but now I find myself curious," Loki said.
"No," Vers shook her head, "there has to be another explanation," she insisted, clinging to her loyalty to the Kree, especially after all they'd done for her.
"Ask yourself," Loki replied. "What did they tell you? In light of this," he said, holding up the tracker. "Doesn't it all seem just a little too convenient?" He asked, knowing exactly what it felt like to have something of this magnitude hidden from him for so long.
"I was in an accident," Vers revealed. "They said… they found me injured. They didn't know where I can from. They healed me, but there was nothing they could do about my memories," she said, not sure what to believe anymore.
"Would you like to find out the truth?" Loki offered.
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