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His cock is perfectly rigid and Loki doesn't even need to direct it with his hand, he just moves his hips slightly. He holds the woman's outstretched anus firmly and presses his cock against the bleeding hole.
He slides in just a little, just the very head through the first ring of clenched muscles, just enough to take his fingers out, but it's enough for the tightness of the hole to haze him for a moment.
He savors this moment, this moment in which he takes all that belongs to this brother, this last innocent thing Thor owned. How pathetic that Thor never fucked her up the ass. All the worse for her. It would have hurt her less if it wasn't the first time a cock the thickness of her arm thrust dryly into her ass.
Loki lifts up slightly, catches the woman's slender hips and slams them into the sheets beneath him. Then, in one long, brutal motion, he thrusts his cock into her ass up to his balls.
The woman's shrill scream pierces the air as the hard cock rips violently through her insides.
Loki is unable to hold back a loud moan. Her asshole is tight, so tight that it's almost painful for a moment. Something has to be done about it.
He gently wriggles his hips, pushing inside her, and the woman howls under him like an animal in a trap. Frankly, that's what she is to him. An animal on its last legs to serve him for this ultimate purpose.
Loki anointedly slides out of her a bit and immediately enters her up to his balls again. Her body beneath him trembles with shock, but Loki doesn't care. He clasps one hand in her hair, pressing her face into the mattress, the other on her hip, and finally begins a proper fuck.
The obscene sound of his cock in her bleeding, torn anus and the sound of her buttocks bouncing again and again against his body are like music to his ears. Not even her stifled screams and shrill moans drown it out.
Loki is not human and does not tire so quickly. The woman is surely hoping that the end of this torture will come soon, but Loki laughs in his spirit at the thought. The poor moron doesn't even have a clue that this is just the beginning.
For good measure, he forcibly pulls her up on her hands and knees, grabs her hips with both hands, and begins to impale her with all his strength on his stiff cock. In this position the woman screams like wild and Loki quickly recognizes that she still has too much strength in her.
So that she doesn't get bored and so that his cock reaches her insides at a new angle, after a long moment of doggy-style fucking, Loki pulls the quilt out from under the woman's body. He pushes her violently in front of him so that she falls flat on the mattress and he promptly crushes her with his body.
He savors the position for a while, in which the woman can barely take shallow breaths as his huge body pushes her into the mattress. Finally, he lifts his hips slightly and this time helps himself with his hand in directing his cock to her already somewhat damaged hole.
This time he enters slowly, inch by inch, savoring the sobs that spew from the throat of the woman he is raping. Her eyes are closed, her face red and her lips parted in the most pitiful, helpless agony.
Loki rises slightly and glances at her ass, where his cock slides in slowly like a snake, like a slippery venomous snake whose visit no one can survive.
He fucks her relentlessly, tugging at her hair and driving his fingers into her flesh. Finally, he can't take it any longer and with a loud moan he unleashes himself inside her. He moves a little more, savoring this exquisite feeling, and finally slips out of her with another moan. He sits down on the bed and carelessly pats her buttocks.
He looks at his cock and is disgusted, really. It is dirty, not only from his semen, but also from her blood and other disgusting things from her bowels that Loki prefers not to think about. Well, since she has soiled it, she will definitely have to clean it.
In one swift, brutal motion, he turns the woman onto her back. Her face is flooded with tears and so swollen that she doesn't resemble at all the pretty woman she was before her ass received his cock. She finally sees him in full now, too, and her lips tremble with fear.
But Loki obviously doesn't care about such things as her well-being. He puts one leg across her body at chest level. The woman's eyes widen even more and she begins to struggle again, as if she still thinks she can make a difference. Her hands are still bound behind her back, and her legs can't reach him.
Loki stretches lazily, waiting for her to tire. When finally her head falls back on the pillow, he gives her a piece of advice
“If you bite me, you'll regret it,” he says calmly, slipping his hand into her hair, “I'll pull out all your teeth and shove them up your ass so deep you will be able to spit them out.”
He laughs to himself, because despite this ridiculous threat, the woman looks as if she has seen a ghost. Loki reaches for the phone and turns the recording on again, pointing the camera at her terrified face.
“Let's see how well you can suck a cock,” he says singsongy and moves his hips a little toward her.
“No...” she whispers with a sudden surge of strength, “I'm begging you... It has just been in my ass...”
Loki giggles forcibly tilting her head back slightly. "If you're nice, it'll be back there soon. But first you have to clean me."
Her resistance is completely futile. Loki brings his dirty cock to her panic-clenched lips and pats her cheek expectantly.
“It will only get worse if you don't cooperate.”
This is an obvious lie. Her fate is sealed no matter what she does.
And yet the woman finally swallows her tears and obediently opens her mouth. Loki, with a satisfied smile, brings the camera closer - and finally slowly inserts his cock into her mouth.
He starts slowly, not going too deep as he wants her to clean it with her tongue first. Her eyes widen in panic and Loki knows that she can already taste in her mouth not only his cum, but also her own blood and excrement. He knows because she is shaken by a vomiting reflex and Loki is forced to react quickly. In one brutal thrust, he pushes his cock down her throat not allowing her to vomit. The woman chokes in panic, but Loki just watches her carefully waiting for the moment when she swallows her own puke.
He finally slips out a bit as she convulses, but doesn't let her spit anything out or take a deeper breath. He settles comfortably on top of her and begins a slow, deep fuck of her face.
He knows exactly how much he can afford not to suffocate her. He allows her short breaths and minimal pauses when her body shudders from the exertion. What he doesn't allow is the withdrawal of his cock from her distraught mouth.
Loki loves abuse of this kind. He finds the woman completely vulnerable and desperate. He loves the fact that his perfect body crushes her entirely, that she can't even try to push him away, because her hands are tied under her body and her legs are useless. He could kill her at any moment, but he won't, because he hasn't yet satiated himself with this rape.
He fucks her for a long time and with great pleasure. When he finally comes deep in her throat, she doesn't even move anymore. Loki forces her to swallow it all, then finally moves away to lie down contentedly on the bed.
The woman next to him lies in complete silence. He thinks she may be sobbing soundlessly, but he doesn't care much. He is relaxed after two orgasms, but naturally he still has a lot of plans for his brother's lover. He has yet to claim one of her holes, one that was probably the only one Thor could get.
Without looking at his victim curled up on the bed, he rises slowly and stretches, looking around this confined space. There's not much room for improvement here when it comes to positions, but Loki will somehow manage.
Moments later, the woman is lying on her back on the table, with her legs bent at the knees and immobilized by magic. Loki could fiddle with some chains, but frankly magic is just the fastest.
His plans for the next few hours include some of his favorite positions. First, he'll fuck her cunt in that exact pose, since he can't let any of her holes go untouched by him. Then he'll bend her over the table and fuck her ass again. After that, depending on his mood, he'll either bring her to her knees and fuck her throat, or they'll return to the bed for another round of anal.
He fucks her for hours in various fancy ways, but the woman refuses to die. In the morning Loki is already a little annoyed. He could, of course, just strangle or stab her, but that's not the fate he has planned for her. She is destined to die fucked to death. There are solutions for everything, however.
As dawn rises, Loki gets up from the bed, where a moment ago he again came deep inside Jane's ruined asshole. He stretches with delight, then grabs the woman by the hair and pulls her off the bed without any fuss.
She moans quietly, but her throat is parched from taking is cock and from the all-night screams. She no longer has the strength to protest. Loki pulls her out of the trailer by her hair and dumps her on the dirty ground in front of her makeshift house. The woman still tries to crawl a piece, but Loki only laughs, not even trying to stop her. There is no one and nothing here, just the two of them. This, however, is about to change.
Loki waves his hand carelessly and his wish takes material form: three of his identical duplicates stand before him, smiling mischievously at him. They are naked, as Loki feels like watching this spectacle in its entirety, he feels like admiring his beautiful body contrasting with the bruised skin of this unfortunate woman.
Jane's bloodshot, swollen eyes are peering out in horror.
He doesn't have to order them around. They are him, an extension of him, and they do what his sick mind desires. One of them lies down on the ground and pulls the woman on top of him. Before she can even moan, a thick cock slides into her stretched, chafed pussy. The second kneels behind, pushing her body slightly forward and moments later sliding his cock slowly into her asshole.
The third stands over them and pushes his crotch against the face of the woman, where tears are again pouring down. She turns her gaze on Loki, the real Loki, who has just settled into the chair he has conjured up with a camera pointed at them to watch the spectacle in peace.
“I beg you...” she whispers, and just like that, the last words Jane Foster ever utters are a pathetic plea for mercy. Loki giggles, enjoying it as much as ever, because it will look spectacular on the recording.
He winks at her and in his mind urges his third duplicate. That one obediently grabs the woman by the hair and turns her face to his side to slowly, deliberately and with calm cruelty, load his cock deep into her throat.
Loki sprawls comfortably, savoring the moment. The duplicates are him, so he feels indirectly everything they feel. All three of Jane Foster's tired holes belong to him, her run-down body shaking with exertion in arms that have no mercy for her.
His duplicates don't tire at all, even as they flood the woman with cum. In her cunt and ass it doesn't matter much anymore at this stage, but her throat struggles to take in this amount of semen. Loki zooms in recording once or twice on her face, when the one of the duplicates comes again with a moan, holding Jane firmly by the hair and not letting her take a breath.
Yet she somehow survives this endless series of abuse and Loki is beginning to get a little bored by now. He finally decides to stretch out more comfortably in an armchair and take a nap, letting his duplicates do what they were made to.
He falls asleep to the soothing sound of cocks violating this unwilling body. When he wakes up, dusk has already fallen and Jane Foster is dead.
His duplicates continue to fuck her, but Loki knows she is dead. Their hands support her inert body, ripping her lifeless flesh even more with each movement.
Loki watches this for a while, wondering if he should indulge himself some more by watching this depravity, but he's getting a bit fed up with this hot planet. Besides, he can't wait to finally show Thor his footage.
He snaps his fingers and his duplicates dissolve into thin air. Jane's damaged body falls to the hot sandy ground and Loki approaches it slowly.
Jane no longer resembles herself at all. If he didn't know it was her, he wouldn't recognize her at all. To be honest, it's been a long time since he's seen such a decently tortured body and he's quite proud of himself. Thor will lose his mind.
Loki snaps his fingers to light the lamps hanging in the air, then starts the recording again and goes around the body so as to show its condition from all sides. He crouches beside it and lifts one of Jane's legs.
He moves the camera closer to capture her most intimate parts, now completely destroyed. It doesn't actually resemble anything, maybe just a bloody piece of meat. Loki easily recalls what it all looked like just yesterday and giggles with satisfaction.
“Look at this brother,” he whispers into the phone, moving it closer to Jane's ripped asshole, “this is what your beloved looks like after meeting me.”
He straightens up at last and wonders if he should still do something at the end to emphasize the completion of the act. Spit on her? Piss on her? Shove something up her ass?
Well, no. This is his final grace for her. She gave her life for his goal, for his revenge, and Loki allows this final gesture of mercy. Maybe she has some relatives who will bury her body or burn it. To him, she is of no more use.
He takes off all the spells and walks away into the darkness, not looking back at the macabre scene he left behind. All he can think about now is returning to Asgard, and he can't wait to see Thor's face when he sees it all on the recording. And then again. And again. And so on over and over again.
Thank you for that, Jane Foster.