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Vers sighed, looking out the window of her former ship. They had been traveling for more than a week, and she still had no idea where they were, or even where they were going.

It had been three days since she’d last seen an inhabited planet, and from the hum of the engines, she could tell they had been flying at close to full speed the entire time.

“Who am I going to tell?” Vers asked, exasperated, looking back at Loki. “What’s the harm in at least telling me where we’re going?”

“I’ve already told you, more than once,” Loki said patiently, the ever present smirk on his face. “Knowhere.”

Vers let out a frustrated sigh, rolling her eyes. “You really expect me to believe we’ve been traveling at top speed for more than a week, and we’re going nowhere? Really?!”

Loki shrugged his shoulders, the smirk never leaving his face. “Believe whatever you wish, but it’s the truth.”

Vers growled, looking back out the window again. Dealing with Loki was often an exercise in futility. It was almost impossible to get anything out of him, and by some miracle, when she did, it rarely if ever made sense.

She didn’t even know where to begin, the gaps in her memories, how she ended up in his bed, in his lap, and all manner of other, even more compromising positions.

Her training at the academy had briefly covered Asgardians, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it, never expecting to meet one, let alone be taken prisoner by one of them.

From what she remembered, they had a wide range of abilities and strengths, but nothing as complex as what Loki was capable of.

“Come Vers,” Loki said, patting his lap. “It’s time for dinner.”

Vers looked back at Loki with a sigh, knowing there was little point in refusing him. She would end up in his lap whether or not she agreed to it, and that was bad enough, but what really chaffed was the amount of control he had over her.

Even in the Kree military, she got away with pushing her orders to the absolute limit, occasionally disobeying orders outright when she disagreed with them, but not with Loki. He decided where she slept, what she ate, where she went, and an endless list of other things she’d previously taken for granted.

Her thoughts drifted to her commander, Yon-Rogg. He gave her a place on his team, when most others in his position wouldn’t have looked twice at her. He was strict, but still gave her the leeway she needed to get the job done her way.

“Now Vers,” Loki said, breaking Vers out of her revere as he patted his lap expectantly.

Vers gave Loki one last withering glare, knowing he would take the decision out of her hands if she waited much longer. She padded across the room, sitting down on his lap with a huff, positive that he did this just to get a rise out of her.

He didn’t even allow her the dignity of feeding herself, forcing her to eat from his hand like she was his prized pet.

She parted her lips as Loki held the fork out to her, taking a bite. It tasted good, better than good actually. A far cry from the ration packs she had to eat on missions, and even the finest foods she could find on Hala.

She felt his hand on her hip, the warmth of his fingers tracing across her bare skin. ‘Stop it,’ she thought to herself, her mind drifting back to her dreams about Sebastian, King Loki, what they did to Safira and Lady Vers… how it felt.

“Something on your mind, Vers?” Loki asked in a teasing voice, seeing the internal struggle she was going through.

“Nothing,” Vers ground out, eating the next bite that Loki offered as she tried to focus on something else. He had her off balance, and he knew it. Everything he did flew in the face of her training, leaving her unsure of how to react.

Prisoners were supposed to be locked up in the brig. They were to be interrogated, given just enough food and water to stay alive… not this.

He hadn’t allowed her to wear a stitch of clothing since he captured her. It had been a little over a week now, and she was forgetting what it felt like to feel fabric against her skin.

She thought back to her first few days as his prisoner, how she foolishly tried to preserve her modesty, as if Loki hadn’t already seen everything already.

She hadn’t realized it then, but she had played right into his hands, giving him a source of entertainment. He wanted her to react, and only by not reacting had she had regained a small measure of control.

“Time for bed,” Loki declared, slapping Vers’s ass lightly as they finished up their meal.

Vers clenched her jaw, refusing to give Loki the reaction he was looking for as she silently rose to her feet, following him to the bedroom.

Without a word, she got onto her side of the bed, and pulled the silk sheets up to her chin. She pretended to look away as Loki undressed, secretly enjoying the guilty pleasure of watching him through a reflection in the mirror.

She knew she shouldn’t, but as much as she loathed him, she couldn’t deny how handsome he was, and her physical reaction to him.

When he settled in behind her, she closed her eyes, feeling his stiff cock press against her ass cheek. She exhaled softly, reminded again of Safira and Lady Vers, but what he did next made her gasp in surprise.

Loki snaked his hand up her Vers’s side, cupping her breast in hand, and squeezing it gently.

Vers scrunched her eyes shut, reminding herself not to react to his touch, knowing that even trying to pry away his hand was futile. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow, but Loki was far stronger than her. She had a better chance of bending steel than overpowering him.

She didn’t even have to look to see the amusement dancing in his eyes, knowing that he had succeeded in getting another reaction out of her.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep, ignoring the growing dampness between her thighs, and the heat of Loki’s skin pressed against hers.

Vers opened her eyes, finding herself back in King Loki’s chambers. It had been a couple of days since her last dream about Lady Vers, and she wondered if the same time had passed for her dream self as well.

“Get up!” She heard Berta shout.

Vers sighed, rolling out of the bed, noticing her arms were still locked behind her back, and she still had the collar locked around her neck.

“You’ve slept long enough. It’s time to get you cleaned up,” Berta said, clipping a leash to her collar

Lady Vers burned with anger at the thought of being led around like some docile animal, but bit her tongue, knowing that letting loose her anger now would do her no good.

She had spent far too much time over Berta’s knee, and had no desire to go through that humiliation again if she could help it.

“Good, at least you’re at learning,” Berta said with a satisfied expression on her face as she led her through the hallways of the castle. “It only took a week, but I guess better late than never.”

‘A week!?’ Vers thought in dismay. When her last dream ended, she was so sure that Lady Vers would escape soon after, then return to challenge, and defeat the wizard. Had it really been that long?

She noticed, just like before, everyone averted their eyes when Lady Vers walked past them, but her reaction was different now, seemingly accepting the indignity of it without so much as a batted eye.

When Lady Vers and Berta arrived at the bathing chamber a pair of guards opened the door for them, closing and locking the door behind them as they stepped inside.

The servants were there waiting for her, a bath already drawn for her.

Lady Vers sniffed, smelling the scent of the rose oil the wizard preferred on her in the warm, soapy water.

“Since you got out of bed without a fuss, I’m going to give you a chance,” Berta said, giving Lady Vers a stern look. “But make no mistake. If you try anything, you’ll find yourself over my knee before you so much as blink,” she threatened, holding up her hand warningly. “Are we clear?”

Lady Vers exhaled, clenching her jaw, hating that this was what she had been reduced to, spoken to as if she was some unruly child. She couldn’t believe this woman held the power over her that she did, and wanted nothing more than to even the score, but while the thought was satisfying, she couldn’t act on it, not yet at least.

She had been watching the servants closely. They were more than they appeared. The way they moved, the way they held themselves, they were far from mere servants. Even though they didn’t look it, they knew how to fight, and unarmed she didn’t like her chances against them all, let along the armed guards on the other side of the door.

“Pay attention when I speak to you!” Berta said sternly, grabbing Lady Vers’s jaw, forcing the warrior to look down to meet her eyes.

Lady Vers met Berta’s eyes, holding back her anger as she nodded her head.

“…Good,” Berta said, eying her for a long moment before speaking again. “Now turn around.”

When Lady Vers turned, she heard a jingle of keys, then a click as the cuffs around her forearms were removed, along with the ones around her wrists.

Lady Vers moved her arms back and forth, glad to finally having her full range of motion back as she worked out the stiffness out of her limbs.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Berta warned. “Now in to the tub with you,” she said, cocking her thumb.

Lady Vers exhaled slowly, fighting back the temptation to fight her way out. She could see the tension in the arms and legs of the servants, and knew they were watching her, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

She said nothing as she went to the tub, letting out a sigh as she sunk into the warm, scented water, one of the few things she enjoyed, living in the gilded cage of the wizard.

She watched as the servants shed their clothes, two of them joining her in the tub, while the others watched. This was clearly a test to see how she would react. She couldn’t let on that she knew, sensing an opportunity to escape could soon be within her grasp.

She forced herself to close her eyes as the servants lathered up a pair of sponges, then rubbed them along her body in slow circles. She tightened her jaw as she felt them on her breasts, then move between her legs. Nothing was sacred anymore, as they cleaned and explored every inch of her body with practiced ease.

After they rinsed the soap from her skin, they led her to the edge of the tub, bending her over the side. She exhaled sharply, again suppressing the urge to fight as they put her in the same vulnerable and humiliating position they did everyday.

She could feel the servant tugging on the plug lodged in her ass, a constant reminder of her imprisonment, and the power the wizard held over her. With her hands locked in shackles, it was impossible to remove the blasted thing. She knew, having tried on multiple occasions to reach it.

The plug eased out of her back package, leaving her feeling oddly empty, but she didn’t dwell on the thought. It was only in these few precious minutes that she was free of the hated object, and when her bath ended, she knew it was going right back inside her.

She bit back a gasp as the servant’s fingers took the place of the plug, stretching and fingering her back door. Her cheeks tinged red, knowing the servant could see everything, her ass still stretched open obscenely from having the plug buried inside her for so long.

She bit her lip as she felt the servant’s other hand circle her clit. This happened every time they bathed her, and every time she promised herself she wouldn’t cum, that she wouldn’t debase herself under their watchful and amused eyes, but she had yet to succeed.

A mew of pleasure escaped her lips as the servant pumped her fingers into her pussy and ass, gradually picking up speed. She let out a ragged breath as she gripped the edge of the tub; her knuckles going white as she fought off the pleasure building inside her.

She didn’t even know the servant’s name, any of their names. They refused to speak to her, all except for Berta, but they seemed to know her body even better than she did. “Ughh!” she moaned, as the servant hit just the right spot.

She shut her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pleasure coursing through her body, but every time the servants did this they got a little better at it, increased her pleasure a little more, and making her cum that much faster. At times, it felt like it was a contest between them, all of them trying to outdo the other when they had their way with her.

She told herself she didn’t felt any attraction to these women. It was all purely physical, simply her body’s reaction to the servant’s ministrations, but it was getting harder to deny to herself with each passing day, adding a whole other level of humiliation to the experience.

She gasped for breath, feeling herself getting closer and closer to a powerful orgasm. Despite how hard she struggled against it the servant knew what she was doing, teasingly pumping her fingers inside her pussy and ass as she built up her pleasure.

Her resolve cracked, as she began to rock her hips, pushing herself back on the servants fingers, the pleasure becoming too much to ignore. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!” she grunted as the servant increased her pace.

Then her eyes went wide with surprise as the servant pinched her clit, sending her tumbling over the edge, “UGHHHH!”

She pressed her cheek against the side of the tub, feeling the cool porcelain against her skin as she gasped for breath, feeling the servant gently withdraw her fingers from her pussy and ass.

The servants only gave her a few moments to compose herself before they lifted her from the tub and dried her with thick towels before leading her to a padded bench.

When she lay down, they dripped warm oil on her skin, slowly and sensually massaging it it in, their slick fingers quickly teasing her back into an aroused state.

In the beginning she had resisted them, remaining tense throughout the massage, but they eventually wore her down, her muscles feeling like putty in their hands as they kneaded her flesh. Now she just gave in, allowing them to have their way with her.

They rolled her onto her side, tucking a thick pillow underneath her hips. She exhaled softly, mentally preparing herself for what was coming next.

She felt the tip of the plug pressing against her asshole, already slick with oil, and just like every other time she thought about resisting, but Berta always seemed to know what she was thinking, catching her eye, and shaking her head, a not-so-subtle promise that it would only result in another spanking if she fought them.

She closed her eyes, exhaling deeply, and relaxed her ass muscles, feeling the plug ease inside her. She groaned, feeling it stretch her anal ring as the plug flared out, feeling the familiar dull ache as it sunk inside of her.

Lady Vers clenched and unclenched her fists, fighting her natural instincts to shove them all away and fight her way through them, reminding herself over and over again that she needed to bide her time, wait for the right opening, only then could she strike.

The wizard was no fool and left nothing to chance with her. Her only possibility of escape was when he, along with the servants, lowered their guards. She had to make them believe she had given up hope on escape.

She groaned, letting out a relieved exhale as the widest part of the plug pushed past her anal opening, sinking in the last few inches before the base pressed against her asshole.

The servants then pulled her to her feet, guiding her to a low stool, and sat her down on it, forcing her to stay there as they combed out her hair until it shone.

Berta nodded in approval when the servants finally finished. “Today is a very important day for our lord, girl,” she explained. “You need to look your best for him.”

“Why? What’s going on?” Lady Vers asked, sensing an opportunity.

“Get that look off your face,” Berta said with a glare. “I should put you over my knee for that alone.”

Lady Vers sighed internally. Berta didn’t seem to miss much, easily catching the brief flash in her eyes.

“That’s better,” Berta said, sternly. “Our Lord is holding court today. He is meeting with his barons. They manage his lands and territories in his stead. I advised against it, but he seems intent on showing you off to them.”

Lady Vers kept her face impassive as Berta continued, knowing the information she gave her now would be useful for her escape.

“You are to be on your best behavior,” Berta said. “Do not speak, and above all, do as you are told.”

Vers nodded her head, afraid that if she spoke she would give herself away.

Berta looked at her for a long moment, studying her face as she narrowed her eyes with suspicion. “Believe me when I tell you this girl, even one step out of line, and a spanking will be the least of your concerns.”

She looked at the servants, all gathered around them. “Prepare her,” she ordered. “This is to be your best work. Not so much as a hair can be out of place.”

The servants nodded silently as they readied themselves.

A servant pulled out two rectangular sheets of deep green silk, connected by two delicate golden chains. She wrapped it around Lady Vers’s waist, the gold chains resting against her hips while the silk reached her ankles.

The next servant arrived with her top, a gold half chest piece that left much of her skin exposed, only covering the bottom half of her breasts, and leaving her midriff exposed.

Next they added the jewelry, and an array of gold chain, intricately wrapped around each hand, her feet, even her stomach, each of them embedded with various gem stones.

When they finished, another servant brought out a new set of cuffs. They lacked the chains connecting them together, the new ones seeming more decorative than anything else.

They locked them around her wrists and ankles with a soft click, then finally styled her hair into a complex braid.

When they finally finished their work, Berta walked around her, looking at her critically, adjusting the gold chains holding the strips of silk between her legs, and one of her cuffs before nodding her head in satisfaction.

“Lets go, girl,” she said, attaching the leash to her collar. “Remember. You are not to say a word. Do everything our lord tells you.”

Lady Vers nodded, but as soon as Berta turned her back, she couldn’t hold back her smirk. For the first time since she was captured, her hands were free, and they were bringing her to the wizard, who would be holding court in his throne room.

All she needed was a weapon, and she was sure one of his pampered barons would have just what she needed. It was just a simple matter of taking it from them at the right moment.

Once she killed the wizard, his spell would be broken, and she would finally be free of this accursed place.

Lady Vers looked around as Berta led her into the throne room. She had considered making her escape as they walked through the hallways, but knew she would have trouble escaping the castle without a weapon to deal with the guards.

‘No,’ she thought, shaking her head. The only option was to kill the wizard himself, and break his spell. Then and only then could she escape.

As the guards opened the door to the throne room, she could feel everyone’s eyes linger on her, but rather than show her discomfort, she held her head high as they made their way through the crowd.

As she looked around the room, she could see that there were twelve barons standing before the wizard. Behind them and lining the walls, she could she the palace servants and other well-off families watching the proceedings.

By her count, there were twenty guards dressed in heavy armor, and even with her weapons, fighting all of them would be a challenge.

The crowd parted for her as Berta led her to the wizard’s throne. She looked down, seeing a stack of pillows at his feet, and knew instantly that this was no simple meeting of the wizard’s court.

The wizard brought her here to show off his prize. She wondered what they would all think if they knew the truth of her defeat. How his soldiers found her weaponless, using a weighted net to capture her, instead of the ‘glorious’ battle he no doubt told his subjects about.

Berta silently handed Lady Vers’s leash to her lord and took a step back, bowing respectfully.

Lady Vers gave the wizard an impassive stare when he tugged on her leash, considering when to make her move. She could see the sword at his hip, but if she lunged for it now, he would see the attack coming.

With no other options, she sighed internally, stepping forward. She sunk down on the cushions, propping her head up with her hand as she turned her back on the wizard.

She could see the men in the room, the soldiers, the court officers, even the baron’s eyes, all focused on her. She could just imagine the smug expression on the wizard’s face as their eyes trailed up and down her body, lusted after her, all believing that she now belonged to the wizard.

“Now where were we?” King Loki said, a hint of pride in his voice as he sat back down in his throne, a smirk playing on his lips.

Lady Vers’s entrance had gone even better than he had hoped. They all knew of her, and her fierce reputation, and to see her like this. At the end of his leash, his plaything, laying submissively at his feet, it would be the talk of his kingdom.

“We were discussing taxes, my lord,” Baron Ravenwood said, a hint or irritation in his voice at the interruption.

“Yes, what of it?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lady Vers craned her neck, looking back and forth between the wizard and Baron Ravenwood. She could tell neither man was found of the other, leaving her wondering why the wizard kept him around.

Then she looked at his clothing, noticing that his armor was more polished than the other barons, the cut of his clothes more refined, and his sword hilt decorated with precious stones.

‘It could just be his vanity,’ she thought, but as she stared closer, she noticed his posture, the way he strutted around the room as he spoke. No, it wasn’t simple vanity. He was far wealthier than the other barons and made no secret of it.

“While I don’t fault the nobility of your intentions,” Ravenwood continued. “Lowering taxes on the common folk seems… short-sighted. Our treasuries are not bottomless, neither is yours, my lord,” he said pointedly. “My tax revenue has decreased by 20%, as have the other barons. How do you propose we to make up the shortfall?”

“Ours is a land of plenty,” Loki replied, staring down his most troublesome baron. “What good is gold that sits in a vault that never sees the light of day? It is better off in the hands of the common folk so they may better themselves, and create new resources, new industries for my kingdom.”

“From the looks of things,” Loki continued, his eyes dropping to Ravenwood’s belly. “You have more than enough already.”

Muffled laugher broke out in the throne room after Loki’s jab, but Lady Vers kept her eyes focused on Ravenwood, seeing the tinge of pink on his cheeks and the flash of anger in his eyes.

“With all due respect,” Ravenwood said, a harder edge to his tone as the muffled laughter died down. “The common folk contribute the least to the kingdom’s wealth, while those of us who bear the burden of maintaining your rule see no such relief. Do you think it wise to alienate your most loyal supporters, the nobility, who expect to see their contributions rewarded, not undercut?”

Vers narrowed her eyes, watching the pompous Baron carefully, surprised the wizard allowed him to speak to him in such a manner, making her wonder if the wizard’s rule was as secure as she was led to believe.

“You go too far, Baron Ravenwood!” Another Baron said, his face red with anger as he stepped forward. “The King has uplifted all of us, common folk and peasant alike, or have you forgotten?”

“Ah, Baron Gideon, why am I not surprised,” Ravenwood said mockingly, turning to face the irate Baron. “You who have benefited the most from the King! You think I don’t know of the additional funding he sent you?”

“To maintain our southern borders!” Gideon snarled back. “As you well know!”

“For what?” Ravenwood laughed. “To defend a border that has not needed defending in more than two hundred years!”

“And when do you propose we should prepare for war?” Gideon thundered, marching up to Ravenwood. “When the enemy is at our gates?!”

Vers watched as the quarreling barons got closer, arguing angrily with each other. She could see their swords dangling from their hips. She glanced behind her, seeing the end of her leash in the wizard’s hand. His grip was slack, clearly entertained by the arguing barons. She knew she wouldn’t get a better chance than this.

“Enough! Step forward,” Loki said with a sigh, before his barons resorted to brawling in his throne room.

Gideon and Ravenwood glared at each other one last time before separating and approaching his throne.

Vers watched with bated breath as they stepped closer. She looked up at them. They were just a foot in front of her. She knew her opportunity was now. She surged to her feet, jerking the leash from the wizard’s grip, before pulling the two baron’s swords from their scabbards.

She met their surprised eyes, spinning the swords in her hands as she brought them up, slamming the pommels into the baron’s heads, sending them staggering back, and crumpling to the floor.

She spun on her heels, knowing his moment of surprise wouldn’t last long as she turned to face the wizard. She lunged forward, confident that at this distance the wizard wouldn’t have the time to use his magic on her.

She looked into his eyes, her blades mere inches from stabbing through his chest when everything went wrong. The wizard didn’t have the surprised or frightened expression on his face she expected. If anything, he looked unimpressed.

Her wrists slammed heavily into the ground, her swords clattering to the floor, and out of her reach in an instant. She strained, trying to stand up again, but it did no good. It was as if her hands and feet weighed a thousand pounds.

She looked up at the wizard from her prostrate position, a look of shock on her face.

The wizard leaned down. “You didn’t think I would make it that easy for you, did you, my lady?” he whispered mischievously.

Loki stood up, casually waving off the guards. “I don’t tolerate such disobedience from my slaves, Lady Vers,” he said, loud enough for the rest of his court to hear him.

“I am not your slave!” Vers snarled indignantly. “I’ll kill you!” she screamed, straining to free herself.

“Yet you still wear my collar,” he pointed out, the smirk on his face growing.

“You didn’t defeat me! Your soldiers did,” she snarled. “And that was only because they caught me without my weapons!”

She could hear the mumming of the crowd behind her and looked up at the wizard. “You could have never defeated me on my own, and you know it,” she seethed.

Loki looked out over the crowd, and particularly his barons, as they heard Vers’s declaration. He narrowed his eyes. “Very well, a challenge then. You and I will fight. If you win, you will go free, with as much gold as you can carry, but if I win, you remain here as my willing and obedient slave.”

Vers looked up at the smug wizard, sorely tempted to take him up on his challenge, but he had already proven to be far more cunning than he appeared, leading her to believe there was more to his challenge than he let on.

“…It isn’t a fair fight,” she finally said.

“What’s the matter, Lady Vers?” Loki taunted. “You had no problem challenging me before.”

“Your magic,” Vers replied flatly. “My swords are no use against it.”

“Alright,” Loki conceded. “For the challenge, I will not use my magic, but you must swear on your honor to keep to the terms of the challenge. If you lose, you become my willing slave. That means no more escape attempts, no more disobedience.”

Vers regarded the wizard carefully. By his own admission, he was at least a few hundred years old, and while he was tall and well built, she doubted he had been in a proper fight in decades, and when he did, he would have relied heavily on his magic.

She had seen it before. Rulers who surrounded themselves with sycophants who shielded them from their faults, never pointing out their failures. They crumpled like sheets of parchment when they were truly tested.

“I swear, on my honor. Should I lose, I will become your obedient slave,” she said, continuing to glare at the wizard.

“Bring her swords,” Loki said simply as the crowd stepped back to give them room to fight.

A short while later, a guard arrived with her swords in hand, laying them at her feet before stepping back cautiously.

The wizard waved his hand, releasing the spell on her cuffs. “Go ahead, prepare yourself.”

Vers got back to her feet, stepping back cautiously. She went through a quick sword drill, testing the weight of her swords. She wouldn’t put it past the wizard to replace her swords with fakes, and have them ‘break’ during the fight, but as far as she could tell, the weight and feel were the same.

“And what of my armor?” Vers demanded, not wanting to fight in the scraps of silk the wizard clothed her in.

“Make do,” Loki replied simply. “I much prefer you this way,” he finished with a leer.

Lady Vers remained silent, knowing the wizard was goading her. Another trick of his to put her off balance, but she wouldn’t allow him to succeed. Assuming her sword stance, she waited for the wizard drew his own sword.

Vers launched herself at the cocky wizard the moment his sword cleared his sheath, her own sword a blur as she aimed a strike at his unprotected side, but just as quickly the wizard’s sword met hers with a resounding crash that echoed through the throne room.

Vers stumbled back a step, surprised the wizard had so easily blocked her strike, but remained undeterred. She pressed her attack with faster, more aggressive strikes, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she slipped her blades past his defense.

She wanted to end this quickly, to show the wizard’s court that he was nothing more than a charlatan, but it proved to be easier said than done. The wizard moved with a grace and fluidity she hadn’t expected from him. It felt as if he could read her mind, moving just enough to block and counter her attacks.

She could hear the murmuring of the crowd grow louder as their swords continued to clash, her frustration mounting as she struggled to find a hole in his defenses. She tried for a sweeping blow, swinging her sword at his neck, but Loki simply ducked under her sword, shoving his shoulder into her chest and sending her tumbling to the ground.

One of her swords was sent flying across the room, but she managed to hang onto the other, if only just, as she scrambled back to her feet, taking several steps back as she regarded the wizard wearily.

Loki smirked, stepping forward as he raised his sword, attacking with a rapid series of strikes, his sword a blur of motion as it moved through the air.

Vers raised her sword, blocking his attacks, but was still forced to retreat further and further back, until finally, with a sharp twist of his wrist, her sword clattered across the marble floor.

Vers stood there in shock, the wizard’s sword pointed at her throat, unable to comprehend that she had lost. After all the battles she fought, after all the enemies she defeated, to lose here and now was a bitter pill to swallow.

“You are defeated, Lady Vers,” Loki said, lowering his sword.

Vers could only nod stiffly, breathing hard as she stared back at the wizard.

“And now it’s time for your punishment,” Loki said, going back to his throne and patting his lap expectantly.

Vers’s face flushed with embarrassment, realizing what the wizard was about to do. She lowered her head in defeat, staring at the floor as she padded up to him.

Her honor wouldn’t allow her to renege on their challenge. With a defeated sigh, she lay across his lap, staring at the floor, glad that she at least didn’t have to look out at the wizard’s court as he spanked her.

She felt the wizard’s palm on her ass, then the rustling of cloth as he lifted the back of her loincloth. Her face flushed a deeper red as the murmuring of the crowd began.

Loki raised his hand, bringing it down on Lady Vers’s ass with a loud clap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He looked out into the crowd as they watched the spectacle unfold. Some looked embarrassed for the former warrior, but most looked on in with lust and envy. A proud and satisfied smile crossed his face. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Vers bit her tongue, already feeling the sting in her ass after only a few spanks. She remained silent, determined to take her punishment stoically, and at least save herself that embarrassment, but the wizard was stronger than Berta, and with each spank her ass stung even more.

“I have to thank you, Lady Vers,” Loki whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. “Ravenwood has been a thorn in my side for far too long.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“And after you took his sword from him the way you did,” Loki continued. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “It will be quite some time before he returns to court and causes more problems for me.”

Vers’s eyes widened as she realized the wizard’s true plan. He had used her from the start. He was the one that asked Ravenwood to step forward, conveniently putting him just within her reach, and she had seen none of it coming.

While she had been playing checkers, the wizard had been playing chess, two steps ahead of her the whole time.

She hung her head in defeat, gritting her teeth as the wizard continued to rain spanks down on her ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Feeling the sting worsen with each spank, and knowing there was nothing she could do about it.

Vers followed the wizard back to his bedchamber on the end of her leash, her head bowed, glad that humiliation was finally over.

After he finished spanking her, he continued holding court, as if nothing had happened. She could only kneel there, her eyes glued to the floor, unable to meet anyone’s eyes after her embarrassing defeat.

Loki smiled, seeing Vers’s old wrist and arm shackles already on his desk. “Turn around, Vers,” he ordered, holding up the cuffs.

Vers looked down at the cuffs in his hand. “Isn’t my word good enough?” She asked, this time without the normal bite in her tone.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Loki said with a leer. “But there’s just something about seeing you in chains, and helpless that gets my blood pumping.”

Vers felt her face flush at the lust filled look in the wizard’s eyes, but turned around dutifully. She closed her eyes, letting out a breath as he replaced her cuffs, knowing there was no escape for her this time.

“Beautiful,” Loki breathed as he turned Vers around, enjoying the sight of the proud warrior in her bondage.

He reached out, deftly unclasping Lady Vers’s top, and cast it aside before undoing the clasp on her loincloth, watching as it pooled to the floor.

Vers didn’t resist as the wizard wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

She didn’t resist him as he kissed her, pressing his tongue against her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he snaked his tongue past her lips, and explored her mouth, feeling a growing wetness between her thighs as he deepened the kiss.

This time she didn’t deny her lustful urges, kissing the wizard back as his hands explored her body, squeezing and groping his way down her back and ass. The sting of her defeat slowly melting away as she found an odd sense of freedom in no longer being responsible for saving kingdoms and defeating war lords.

The wizard guided her to the bed as he continued to kiss her. The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and she fell backwards.

Her eyes darkened with lust as she watched Loki remove his armor, piece by piece, exposing his strong and chiseled body. Her eyes drifting lower, locking on his stiff cock. She rubbed her thighs together before spreading her legs, eager for the wizard to mount her again.

“No,” Loki said in a husky voice. “I want you on your stomach.”

Vers nodded, rolling over on her back, tucking her knees underneath her as she raised her ass, knowing what the wizard desired.

She bit her lip in anticipation, feeling the mattress move as the wizard settled in behind her. She gasped, feeling his hands on her thighs as he spread her legs further apart, then a shudder of desire as he tugged on her plug, wiggling it from side to side.

She let out a low moan, exhaling deeply as Loki finally pulled the plug from her ass, letting out a keening moan as he trailed his thumb along the rim of her ass before plunging it inside her.

“I knew I would be the one to claim you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Lady Vers,” Loki said huskily, slowly pumping his thumb into her ass. “You were so fierce, so stubborn. Even now there is a part of you that chafes under my collar, isn’t there?”

Vers turned her head, nodding slowly, not trusting herself to speak. She looked at the wizard, a shuddering gasp escaping her lips, exhaling deeply as the wizard continued to play with her ass.

“You don’t have to say it,” Loki said. “I can see it in your eyes, but after tonight you will have no more doubts about who you belong to,” he promised her, pressing his finger on her clit.

“Uggghhh!” Vers grunted as the wizard played with her sensitive nub. The wizard’s fingers feeling incredible inside her.

“Close your eyes,” Loki instructed, “and keep them closed until I tell you.”

Vers nodded, taking another shuddering breath as she did as the wizard commanded, feeling the wizard replace his thumb with two of his fingers as he continued to pump them inside her.

As the wizard probed her back entrance, she let herself relax, feeling his fingers twist and turn inside her as he stretched her back door. She exhaled sharply, feeling her pleasure mount as he teased her.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She moaned, pushing herself back on Loki’s probing fingers, feeling a heady mix of lust and desire as she gave into her base urges, only to frown when he unexpectedly withdrew his fingers from her ass.

She nearly opened her eyes, turning to look back at Loki in confusion before she caught herself, remembering the wizard’s order.

“So eager,” Loki chuckled deeply, his voice husky as he gripped her hips.

Vers let out a keening moan as she felt the tip of the wizard’s cock on the rim of her ass. She had never allowed any of her past lovers to play with her ass, let alone put their cock inside it. Her pride as a warrior, not even allowing her to consider the possibility.

A part of her still rebelled against it. The thought of submitting to a man so deeply, so completely, it felt foreign to her, but she had given her word to the wizard. She was his now.

She shuddered as the head of his cock pushed past the rim of her ass, slowly stretching her insides. She felt a dull ache, laying there, her ass stretching to accommodate his length.

His manhood was both bigger and wider than the plug Berta put in her ass. She realized now why she did it, to prepare her for this moment, when the wizard claimed her.

Loki groaned, loving the vice like grip of Lady Vers’s ass around his cock, vowing to himself that this would be a regular occurrence.

Vers opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure as Loki inched his cock further inside her, never expecting it to feel so good.

“Almost there,” Loki groaned, his cock buried halfway in her ass. “Just a little further.”

Vers nodded, bearing down on his cock as it filled her ass, gasps and moans of pleasure escaping her lips as he buried his length inside her.

Loki took a deep breath to steady himself before pushing forward, now convinced more than ever that he was taking the Lady Vers’s virgin asshole. He promised himself that he would make her enjoy it, even crave it by the end.

“UGHHHH!” Vers moaned, feeling Loki’s thighs press against her ass as he buried his full length inside her. She had never felt so full in all her life.

Loki gripped Vers’s hips as he looked down at her. Her face pressed into the mattress, her ass in the air, and his cock buried inside her ass. He had never felt more powerful than he did in this moment, conquering the formidable lady Vers.

“Open your eyes Vers. Look at me,” he ordered, their eyes locking as she turned her head, looking up at him lustfully.

“You gave me your word you would be my obedient slave,” Loki reminded her. “Do you intend to keep your word?”

“Y-yes,” Vers groaned, feeling the wizard’s cock pulse inside her ass. “…I lost… my honor… demands…. I keep… my word.”

“Good,” Loki said, easing his cock back as he set a slow and deliberate pace, earning another grunt of pleasure from his slave. “But is it only your word that keeps you here?”

Vers let out a keening moan as Loki eased his cock back into her ass, making it difficult for her to concentrate with the pleasure coursed through her body. ‘What more could he possibly want?’ she thought between gasps.

The confused look on Vers’s face gave Loki the answer to his question. He slowly picked up the pace as he felt Vers’s ass loosen around his cock. “You belong to me now, but you don’t want to. You haven’t truly accepted me as your master, not yet.”

Vers groaned, lost for words. ‘Why does the wizard have to be so good at this?’ she thought, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

“But you will,” Loki said, picking up the pace again. “When you cum with my cock buried in your ass, when you feel my seed fill you, you’ll accept the truth.”

“W-what truth?” Vers managed to get out as she gasped for breath. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” she moaned, her pleasure mounting.

“That your days as a warrior are over,” Loki answered with a groan of his own. “That you were born for this, to be mine,” he continued, loving how Vers squeezed his cock as he pulled back, adding to his growing pleasure. “You’ll know in your heart and soul you belong to me, and no one else,” he said, thrusting sharply into her ass.

Vers groaned, shutting her eyes tight, nearly going over the edge then and there.

“You’ll crave my cock, knowing it’s the only thing that can sate the pleasure you have always yearned for, but you have been too afraid to seek out,” He said huskily, his thighs now clapping into her ass as thrust inside her.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Vers groaned, hearing the truth of Loki’s words. If he made her cum like this, with his cock buried in her ass, she would be his. She knew it. She rolled her head from side to side, mews of pleasure escaping her lips as she struggled feebly against the inevitable.

She would be his slave, as her honor demanded, but what he demanding now, it was far more than that. Fighting against the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being, she looked back at Loki, determined not to lose this battle as well.

If he was the one to cum first, she could hold on to that little piece of herself. He wouldn’t truly own her the way he wanted to.

She pushed herself back on Loki’s cock with a renewed vigor, feeling her own pleasure spike in the process, but it was a necessary risk. She squeezed his cock as he pulled out, bearing down as he slid his cock back inside her, doing everything she could to increase the wizard’s pleasure, and send him over the edge first.

Loki grunted in surprise, his eyes locking with Vers as he felt a sudden rush of pleasure. She was practically milking his cock with her ass now. He could see the determination in her eyes, arousing him even more as their battle of wills turned sensual.

He reveled in the challenge of claiming her. The last thing he wanted was a docile plaything that simply followed his orders without question. He wanted a lioness, a woman that would adapt to a changed battlefield. He thrust his hips forward, meeting her thrusts, determined to win this battle as well.

Vers took a shuddering breath, her hands clenching into fists as she did everything she could to hold on. She knew the wizard had to be close. She just had to hold on a few seconds longer. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” She groaned, fighting against her body, her desires, her lust, feeling as if this was the most important battle of her life. She had to win.

Loki could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. With a lust filled growl, he pulled his cock from Vers’s ass, surprising her as flipped her onto her back. He grabbed her ankles as he bent her in half, pressing her ankles to her ears.

He locked eyes with Lady Vers as he guided his cock back to her asshole, sheathing himself inside her with a single, powerful thrust, and hammering his cock in to her ass.

Vers’s eyes widened in surprise as Loki’s cock filled her ass again, nearly cumming on the spot. The sensation of his cock sawing in and out of her ass was incredible. She struggled to hold on as she stared up into the intense eyes of her captor. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Loki panted as he kept up his relentless pace, the change of position giving him some breathing room as their mutual pleasure continued to mount. He looked down at his prize, seeing the growing desire in her eyes.

Vers’s rolled her head from side to side, mews of pleasure escaping her lips. The intense look in the wizard’s eyes, too much for her. She tugged on her cuffs as Loki held her ankles firmly in his grip. She was trapped, helpless to the wizard’s touch, and yet she never felt more alive.

‘Is he right?’ She thought through grunts of pleasure. ‘Is this what I’ve always craved?’ She could feel the difference between the wizard and her previous lovers. It felt raw, wild, and humbling all at the same time to be at his mercy, to be under his control.

Vers looked back up into eyes of the wizard, her master, taking shuddering breaths as she did. She could feel the beads of sweat on her skin, the slickness of her pussy as he took her relentlessly.

“AWGAWD!!” she screamed out as her orgasm rocked her body, made all the more intense as the wizard fucked her through it.

Loki grunted, managing a few more strokes before he let loose. He buried his cock in his slave’s well fucked ass, filling her with his seed.

Vers’s eyes widened as the hot cum flooded her bowls. “UGGGHHHH!” She screamed out as another orgasm unexpectedly overtook her.

She slumped onto the mattress, taking in deep lung fulls of air as she gasped for breath, feeling the wizard’s body pressed tightly against hers as they recovered.

‘I lost,’ Vers thought, but she didn’t feel the sting of defeat she expected. The wizard was right, her days as a warrior were truly over. She belonged to him now, tied to him by far more than her honor, and far more intensely that she could have ever imagined. She was finally, after all her many battles where she belonged.