"You will serve silently, obediently…willingly. And no panties. You must always be ready." Matron Lillian, head of the house maids, advised as she marched back and forth inspecting the new recruits. A younger maid followed handing out thigh-length dresses sewn from a thin sleek material that was to serve as their uniforms.

"Do all that I say and you will be ravished with wealth. You will never go hungry again. You will always be warm. And no harm will ever befall upon you. The Asgards know how to make servitude a pleasure."

The eager maids giggled with anticipation.

Lillian lingered in front of Chloe. "Rebel and you will suffer as you have never suffered."

Chloe glared at Lillian refusing to break eye contact, her cat-shaped eyes spitting insolence. She was no slave, nor a whore, and not about to play the role of one for a warm belly.

Within Chloe, Lillian read the young woman's blatant defiance and smiled as if she knew she would break soon enough, and said "King Loki does not tolerate defiance of any sort. Do not make the mistake of disobeying his order, or not satisfying him if he demands it." Matron Lillian, bewildered and disappointed that Chloe had even been selected to serve as a house girl. The knights were known to pick the mortal whores, those who desired to serve, but this one was no strumpet and the last place she wanted to be was in Asgard.

Chloe bit her lip to keep from lashing out at the mere mention of the so-called god's name. She balled her fist to her side. She despised him. He was the reason for her people's demise. After Odin's death and Thor's banishment, he had been crown king of the 9 realms. His first act as king had been to completely extinct the Frost Giants. His second, the enslavement of Midgard for all their humanly crimes against nature and morality.

Chloe's world crumbled into poverty and everything changed. Great cities fell. Technology ceased. Those who fought or defied Loki were executed in front of their families. People had said that they were lucky to have been spared; they could have ended up like the Frost Giants. But Chloe did not see things the way most people did. Death would have been merciful, better than their pitiful predicament of starving, barely surviving. Loki knew this and that was why he had sentenced her people to the living hell. It was a punishment.

"He is not so bad, you know."

Broken from her thoughts, Chloe glanced at the slightly overweight maiden who had given her the dresses.

"My name is Rachel. And you are Chloe. I heard about your audacious plight this morning. It is the talk of the kingdom. How rare a mortal defies the gods!"

Chloe almost snapped back, but noted the girl's gentle tone. "Who is not so bad?"

Rachel smiled a compassionate smile meant to win her friendship. "King Loki. He always makes sure that we have plenty to eat and that we maids are well taken care of. He does not allow the knights to abuse us, but don't think that all of the knights are hard. Many are not."

"And he is a master in bed" Gertrude intruded.

Chloe's demeanor shifted hostile at the sound of Gertrude's squawky voice. She had been the one taunting Chloe's small breast and lack of fleshy rear when the Asgards had introduced Chloe to the Asgardian Kingdom by parading on a chain around the neck as if she were a spoil of war.

"He fucks hard, but it's good. You probably wouldn't like it though, but we will never know because Loki likes meat. He wants a fistful of tits to grope as he pumps himself into you." Gertrude pinches Chloe's nipple as she continues "And you have barely a mouth full."

Chloe retaliated by slapping Gertrude's hand away and looked as if she was about to tear into the brazen redhead when the matron shouted out.

"Enough of this nonsense! Gertrude back to work. And you, Chloe, I can read you. I know your type. You think because your virtue is still intact that you are better than us, that you are too valuable to sell yourself for a full belly and frivolous jewels. You would rather starve to death by your pride than allow an Asgard between your legs. You see me and my girls as worthless fallen women, but we are not fools. We are not freezing in a shack with our bellies growling. The only fool is the one who would rather sacrifice her life than spread her legs for a bit of luxury. "

"You are a slave and there is nothing luxurious about that! Your family starves; they suffer while you stuff your faces. Enjoy yourself now because eternity is a very long time, and I won't be the one suffering then! Loki, the Asgards, they are not gods! You will one day realize that."