***WARNING*** The following chapter contains mature content. It contains graphic depictions of sexual acts that may be inappropiate to young readers.
Game of Shadows
Chapter 10
"You think you know pain? He'll make you long for something sweet as pain!"
The blinding pain tore through his right temple, spreading through his crown and reaching the left side of his skull. Cold and heat surged through his body, and his vision was blurred for a couple of seconds. Thick drops of sweat formed on his brow as his body began to shake, not from chill, but from rage. He seethed, baring his teeth. The grip he had on the scepter threatened to fracture his knuckles as the excruciating pain began to ebb. He opened his eyes and the ire in his pupils burned like a furnace.
Nostrils blaring, muscles tensing and neck rigid, Loki stood. He turned in the direction of the tunnels leading to the living quarters.
She had eaten better. In fact, she had eaten much, much better. Biting into her ham and cheese sandwich, Barbara thought of the glamorous dinners she had attended with the Ambassador. Tantalizing hors d'oeuvres, followed by succulent main dishes accompanied by the finest of wines. She swallowed hard and she swore she'd die for a slice of Italian tiramisu and a chilled glass of Il Conte D'Alba Moscato D'Asti. She downed the rest of her bottled water and disposed of her trash before heading to the bathroom.
Re-emerging into her bedroom, she sighed. She would rather chew sand than return to the work area. Enduring the sight of Selvig kissing the ground Loki walked on and Barton scrambling to do his every whim was nothing compared to the fear and uneasiness she felt whenever he was around. But she knew she would return, time and time again. Her choices were to submit, or face the wrath. She wiped her hands on her jeans and walked into the living room, where she stopped dead in her tracks.
There, in the middle of the living room, with his hands behind him, Loki stood. He wore a mad look on his face as he stared straight into her face. He seemed to be shaking, and Barbara thought she noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead. She tried to gather her wits as he spoke.
"Come here"
Hesitant, she took a couple of steps towards him. The way his eyes bore into hers, the way his jaw was set, his lips tight, and she thought she was once again back against the elevator doors.
"Um… Loki…"
"Do not trifle with me, human!" He lunged for her and grabbed her throat, pulling her towards him.
"You obey the direct commands of your king!" he screamed into her face before he shoved her, causing her to stumble backwards and falling into the couch that rested against the wall. She yelped as she landed unceremoniously against the leather, Loki pinning her to it a second later.
"You like this, do you not, you wretched earthling!" He sneered as he pulled her arms above her head with one hand. With the other, he unclasped the leather strap that ran across from his shoulder plate to his waist, and then he roughly undid the button and zipper of her jeans. A moment later, her bottom half was completely bare to him. He bound her hands with the leather strap before he turned her over on her hands and knees. A second later, she screamed.
His hand had come down upon her backside. Hard. He raised it again and brought it down again on the same spot. This time her yell was nothing more than a loud shrill. He could see her breath begin to catch in her throat as he continued to spank her, again and again. The handprint on her right bottom cheek was now turning a deep red, almost purple. Tears ran down her face as he repeated the process on her left cheek, unrelenting and without mercy.
"Please… no more… oh god" she pleaded, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"It is time to silence you, my little pet" he rasped, as he pulled her shoulder, forcing her to turn and face him. He undid his trousers, pulling himself free. He pulled her hair back, and she was now face to face with his large, throbbing member.
Instantly, Barbara opened her mouth and took his whole length in. He drew in a breath as the feel of her hot, wet mouth surrounded him. He took a fistful of hair into his hand and began thrusting into her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin and ran down her throat, mixing with the tears she had already shed.
Loki moaned, deep and loud as he continued invading her mouth. His free hand slid down her back and over her now swollen backside, and slipped two fingers into her entrance. He found her ready for him, hot and soaking wet. She made a noise deep in her throat that sent vibrations through his member.
He withdrew from her mouth and looked down at her. Her face was a beautiful mess of red, puffy eyes, tear streaks that stained her cheeks, swollen lips with saliva running down her chin; all framed by a mass of dark, wild curls that clung to her now sticky skin. He almost went mad with desire at her countenance.
"Fuck me… please" Barbara did not feel shame. Her bottom burned, her wrists were going numb, her throat was raw, and her cunt was aching for him. He tasted divine, and she relished the feeling of his cock in her mouth, hot and throbbing against her tongue. She wanted him. She wanted him now.
"Control yourself girl, you are literally squirming. Tell me, is it my touch? Is it my taste that makes you so wet and hungry for me? Is it the fact that I dominate you completely and still you become moist with need? Tell me, or I shall leave you here with desires unattended" he purred, as his fingers slid in and out of her now dripping sex.
"I want you. I want your cock" she breathed out. That was all that was needed. He turned her around again, and took hold of her hips. He slipped inside her and began thrusting, fast and deep. Her hips slapped against his as they moved together in unison, she pulling him in further as he moved in and out of her wet heat. Without warning, he ripped her top clean off her torso and gagged her with the torn material, securing it in a knot on the back of her head.
He grabbed her hair and pulled on it as his hips began pounding into hers. Her moans were as loud as screams through the gag and her bosom bounced in harmony to his movements. He slipped his free hand over her hips and between her thighs, teasing her swollen clit. She screamed out her orgasm as her knees shook, and arched her back, pressing it against the leather on his chest. Loki kept her from collapsing by putting his arm around her breasts.
"We're not done yet" he groaned into her ear as he pulled out of her, causing her to whimper in protest at the absence of him, her womanly juices now running down her thighs. He laid her on her back on the couch before quickly sliding into her again. He took a nipple into his mouth as he continued his movements into her sex, holding her legs as far apart as they could go with his hands.
"Yessss… fuck me hard… just like that… mmmmm" she moaned to the ceiling. He smiled into her breast. Never had he been with someone so deliriously wanton yet bashful, so uninhibited yet ingenuous, intelligent yet naïve. He was ruining her, and she was loving it.
He felt his orgasm nearing, and he adjusted his angle, burying himself into her to the hilt. She gasped and he felt her tightening around him again. Loki threw his head back as his thrusts became manic, and spilled inside her. Barbara called out his name through the gag as her pleasure reached completion a second time, and he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, coating her naked body in black leather and emerald green silk. Moments later, he pulled from her, and removed her gag and wrist binds.
She stayed on the couch, her breathing labored as she watched him clean his member off her juices with her torn top and re-adjusting the leather strap to his garment. He caught her watching him and looked down the length of her flushed, naked body in front of him before returning his gaze to her face. She was exquisite from head to toe. The glint in his eyes and the subtle upturn at the corner of his lips told her that he was pleased with what he saw. She blushed and looked away from him.
"Clean up and dress yourself" he ordered as he chuckled at her coyness. It seemed unbelievable to him that only moments earlier, she was shamelessly begging him to fuck her.
"But I don't have any more clothes. You ripped all of them" she replied innocently.
His chuckled turned into laugher. "So I did" he said as he looked down her still trembling legs "perhaps I shall not remedy the situation, keeping you here, naked, anticipating my arrival; your craving for my touch never abating." Her blush only deepened at his words.
Suddenly, she was self-aware and conscious of herself again. She covered her nakedness with her jeans and torn top and avoided looking at him.
"You do not need to be so coy, mortal" he quipped as his hand reached to touch her. He gently ran his knuckles down her cheek. He reached her jawline and ran his thumb over her lips. "I know exactly how much you hunger for me. How much you fear me. You want me yet at the same time you wish to run as far away from me as possible"
He brought his lips to within a breath of hers. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, ready for his kiss. He smiled and pulled back before she was able to make contact. "But do not forget, I own you. I took you for a purpose, and I am your master".
And with that, Loki walked out. Barbara collapsed into the couch, nude and trembling. She wandered how long her odyssey would last. In a matter of only three days, she had been through hell and back. She had been chosen, captured, threatened, broken, made to surrender, dominated, explored, taken, pleasured, and claimed. Very soon, the entire world would change, and there she laid, a satisfied and naked excuse for a woman, fucking the very same person that meant to enslave her planet. A terrifying thought suddenly crept into her mind:
"What have I become?"
End of Chapter 10
