An Asgardian Sacrifice

But Lady Sif was a proud warrior, a powerful dominative force!! One whom bent her enemies to her will, not the other way around!! An Asgardian never yielded; she could not be broken like some maiden!! And yet Asgard was doomed... and Hela was powerful enough to save it. If Sif could position herself at her side, steer the Queen's decisions; she could avert a disaster.

Struggling with this decision Sif closed her eyes, attempting to think clearly. What was the more honourable choice? Leave this place with her dignity or martyr herself for the good of her people?? Could her sacrifice stop the coming inferno?! Sif rationalised that she was not some common mortal whore like Romanoff or Morse. Her nerves were made of steel, her skin near invincible! Of course she could bear this meaningless indignity, bend herself to Hela's will until her people found salvation. And she would not be broken; not like the Valkyrie.

"If I give myself to you..." Sif asked tentatively: "You will use your power to protect Asgard from Ragnarok?"

"But of course," Hela exclaimed dramatically: "I am the true Queen of Asgard, it is both my birth right and obligation! You are just here to... sweeten the deal."

Glancing over to Carol, the blonde gave Sif a subtle nod; so this had been the Captain's plan all along. Composing herself solemnly Sif spoke through gritted teeth:

"I am honour bound to serve you; my Queen."

Watching on Valkyrie shook her head in amazement; this young warrior was so self-righteous she was willing to prostitute herself for a hopeless cause! A paradox in its most lustful form...

Beaming with dark delight Hela rose from her throne. Strutting forward to observe her prize the Queen's cold eyes pierced into Sif as the brunette dangled tantalisingly before her:

With a flourish of her hand Hela summon a blackened blade from her palm; Sif witnessing this impossible manifestation with trepidation.

Walking around her subject the Goddess of death ran the blade over the brunette's curves; the impossibly sharp weapon cutting through the warrior's red leathers whilst leaving her invincible skin undamaged. Watching from nearby Carol set her jaw; confident her tough sparring partner could withstand Hela's demeaning treatment; Asgardian's were tough nuts to crack.

Feeling her garments loosen Sif held her head high, attempting to keep her dignity in spite of these humiliating circumstances... Arriving back in front of the stubborn brunette Hela smiled dangerously:

"Delicious..."

Grasping the front of her bodice Sif tensed as Hela sliced it open; the brunette's chest bouncing free under the Goddess's appreciative gaze; another layer of her armour torn away.

Pale hands enclosing those healthy pink globes Hela smiled, playing with Sif's bountiful breasts as the two others watched on expectantly. Cold fingers plucking at her nipples the brunette held her nerve, refusing to flinch even as Hela twisted her buds painfully.

Shredded red leather falling away from her shoulders Sif's upper body was fully exposed to the watching women. Observing the brunette's magnificent body, toned abdominal muscles glinting in the green light, Carol held her breath; praying Hela would take the bait. Hell, if she didn't the Captain would be glad for a second round with the hot Asgardian!

"You know what the submission ritual requires," Hela asked haughtily: "You would forsake yourself, this form, for me??"

Glancing over to her sword by the throne, Sif summoned strength from the last of her great arsenal, answering surreptitiously:

"If that is the will of my Queen than yes; I shall obey."

Practically nose to nose, for several seconds the two dominant women squared off. Then suddenly Hela surged forward.

Strong black lips capturing her mouth Sif was powerless to resist as the dominant Queen sucked the air from her lungs. Held captive by this bruising kiss the brunette struggled; eyelashes fluttering, cheeks hollowed as Hela took what she wanted without mercy.

Mouths sealing together Sif's tongue fought a valiant battle with Hela's own; the women duelling internally as their bodies pressed together, intensity burning between them. Feeling herself wain however, for the brunette it felt as if the strength was being sapped from her. Watching from close by Carol attempted to guess who would come out on top; the blonde's blue eyes darting back and forth between their enraptured faces.

Finally tearing herself away Hela grinned as Sif panted for breath, hazel eyes wide, her usually composed body trembling in the wake of their cold hard kiss. Running a thumb over her black lips, Hela wiped her mouth:

"You have spirit! I like that: further to fall..."

Reaching under the red pleats of her leather skirt Hela grasped her subject's nethers. Shuddering in her chains Sif tried to hold firm in spite of the Queen's intrusion. Watching the 'warrior' squirm Hela smirked in amusement: this new generation of Asgardians were weak and foolish, so ready to be conquered.

Small cracks emerging in the chamber floor ethereal green light began to gather around the brunette's boots:

"This dimension is where Odin banished me once I had fulfilled my purpose," Hela explained. Feeling that strange viscous green smoke begin to curl around her ankles, Sif stared back at Hela as she continued:

"This magic was meant to make me his pliable slave, it is the very essence of submission; only the strongest can resist it."

Trailing around Sif's thighs the magical green haze lazily floated upward, disappearing beneath the fluttering pleated skirt to meet Hela's hand as she clasped the brunette's core.

"Uhhh!" Groaning Sif closed her eyes as supernatural heat melted up into her nethers, Hela coaxing the brunette's senses with powerful witchcraft. Manipulating the Asgardian's vulnerable pussy, Sif moaned as Hela's long cold fingers slipped between her labia while her thumb brushed cruelly against her clit.

Stroking back Sif's long dark hair Hela whispered in an errant ear:

"You will die many a little death tonight... but you shall be resurrected in my image."

Baring her teeth Sif twitched in Hela's grip, determined to stay strong and resilient. Between her thighs however drips betrayed her growing arousal; rolling downward in the chamber heat. Refusing to cum before the evil Queen and all her witnesses however the Asgardian valiantly resisted this dark pleasure.

Finally peeling away, Sif gasped in relief as Hela stepped back; bent but not broken as her Queen turned to face Carol:

"Your sacrifice is acceptable... at least for now."

Eying the cosmic blonde appreciatively Hela sauntered closer. Resting her hand on the Captain's shoulder, Carol winced as the Goddess wiped Sif's cream on her bright uniform:

"So much power in such a little girl... Imagine what I could do with you!"

Running her fingers over Carol's star-shaped breastplate, she didn't flinch as the Queen manifested a knife beneath her chin. Distracted by Hela's right hand however, Carol realised too late that the woman had another blade at her back; the impossibly sharp black knife cutting through her sash before slicing down the fabric between the cosmic blonde's pert round cheeks.

Flinching instinctively, a burst of golden cosmic energy emerged from the ragged tear in her uniform; blasting Hela's blade. Raising her guard Carol twisted away from the Queen, blue eyes glowing:

"Better woman than you have tried breaking me; it didn't end well for them."

Impressed at her fortitude Hela grinned deviously back at the Captain:

"Perhaps... Fortunately for you 'Mar-Vell' I have a prior engagement."

Snapping her fingers Hela magically released the suspended brunette behind them. Initially stumbling the weakened warrior regained her balance before straightening up. Massaging her sore wrists Sif enjoyed the last of her relative freedom before turning to Hela; grudgingly awaiting her Queen's instruction as she address the Captain:

"I invite you to witness the desecration ritual."

"As fun as that sounds I have no desire to 'witness' this," Carol responded scornfully as she turned to leave.

"Then I must insist," Hela exclaimed haughtily: "She is your sacrifice, after all. Without you presence the transfer of power will not be binding."

Sensing the renewed tension between Carol and Hela, Sif knew that to prevent another battle she must ensure she seceded willingly. Clearing her throat the brunette spoke up:

"I am already forsaken Captain. Witness my sacrifice; for Asgard."

Caught up in this Norse nonsense Carol nodded slowly; the Asgardian warrior was strong; she could handle this Goddes for the greater good of her people:

"Fine then: She's all yours."

Nodding Hela returned to her throne; perching there before addressing her fellow Asgardians:

"Subjects; put on a show for our esteemed guest."

Sif bristled as Valkyrie sauntered blearily into her personal space. This close however Sif could see the effects of a hundred years of sexual servitude; the drunken attitude, dishevelled hair and dark dead eyes suggesting the submissive fate that now awaited her.

Allowing the slave girl to grasp her tense shoulders, Sif did not resist as Valkyrie took hold. When her supple pink lips met that thick mocha purse there was no pretence, no hesitation; this was now the brunette's duty after all. Mauling her mouth Valkyrie clung onto the stiff warrior, pressing their bodies together and sealing the proud noble woman's fate.

Being this close Sif was forced to take in Valkyrie's full curves. Soft and curvaceous it was obvious that this slave had been moulded over millennia for sex and nothing more. Kissing her back ferociously, Sif ignored her own misgivings, focusing on her new purpose as a tool for another woman's pleasure.

Nevertheless Valkyrie was able to feel Sif's concerns. While her fellow Agardian carried herself with dignity, the tenseness of her toned muscles betrayed an underlying fear: the tightly composed facade was cracking slowly, just as Hela intended. For Sif's sake Valkyrie brought some tenderness to help ease the inevitable transition:

Softening their embrace Valkyrie ran a hand down Sif's back; the two experiencing a genuine moment of lustful intimacy. Whimpering into her mouth just once Sif allowed herself this vulnerability; all too aware her new Queen would not be so kind. Fingers trembling one hand reached up to wind through Valkyrie's loose braids, pulling her in so that Sif could press their lips even harder together and hide her weakening resolve. It helped Sif to know she was not alone in this, finding the warm full lips of her fellow slave far more comforting than the cold dominant purse of the Goddess of death.

Melding together the two embraced insistently; tongues twisting into one another. Dilapidated costumes allowing their bare black and white flesh to press together the two slaves performed for their mistress's satisfaction whilst Carol watched on enviously from the side-lines.

Leaning forward on her throne Hela demanded more from both her old and new whore:

"Touch her! That's right taste her skin!"

Face becoming wet with saliva and sweat Sif allowed her head to dip; sucking on her neck. Gasping as those soft, cultured lips slid down her collarbone Valkyrie's eyes moistened; how long had it been since another woman treated her with respect? How many years had she spent as Hela's sexual plaything??

"Don't you dare hold back," Hela barked, stoking their lust like an insatiable flame:

"By submitting to my property you are submitting to me."

Attempting to ignore her Queen's cruel boasts Sif ventured downward. Tugging aside the straps of Valkyrie's golden bikini, she peppered kisses into the cleft before finally pressing her lips between those luscious breasts; the brunette lavishing her naked skin with glorious attention. Shivering under Sif's mouth, Valkyrie indulged her mistress's whims as the brunette lapped at her flesh insistently, mashing her head between her buxom brown bosom.

From the throne Hela chuckled; dark blue eyes drinking in her slaves' carnal display of eroticism. Glancing over at Carol the Queen of Death enjoyed making the cosmic blonde uncomfortable: The poor Captain couldn't bare to watch but also couldn't look away, witnessing the two Asgardians as they twisted together in dark lustful harmony.

"More," Hela demanded: "From now on you have no limits! Servitude will be your only satisfaction!"

Sif did as instructed; determined to gain the Queen's favour even at the expense of her dignity. Burying her face between those sumptuous globes Sif motor-boated the other woman; revelling in the warmth and relative safety of the Asgardian's chest.

Grasping a quivering breast Sif felt a hard nipple press into her palm, tweaking the engorged teet as she glanced up at Hela; seeking the Queen's approval. Receiving a nod the brunette continued on bravely. Valkyrie gasped, eyes watering as Sif's teeth caught her other bud, the brunette's tongue scrapping against her sensitive exposed flesh. Relative to Hela's cruel treatment this was heaven; even if the slave was still literally in hell.

Suckling on the swollen mound the warrior gradually found herself entranced, plucking Valkyrie's other nipple with her thumb and forefinger for dual stimulation; eliciting a deep moan from her slave lover. For Sif however this selflessness was perplexing; she had no idea serving another could in itself be so... pleasurable.

Valkyrie watched in awe as the tough brunette's lips moved back and forth between her breasts; slurping on chocolate brown boobs, cheeks hollowing as she sucked both swollen buds between her pink lips. For a dominant woman Sif had soon became transfixed; Hela's magic lust seeping into the Asgardian's mind; that transfixing green light still oozing beneath the warrior's skirts.

Suckling like a babe Sif peeled away momentarily, if only to breath. Seeing that tell-tale green vapour drip down from Valkyrie's teet for a moment the brunette paused. This magic was beguiling and hard to resist. With every second Sif spent in Hel she needed more of it! Bewitched, Sif latched back onto the other woman's plump breast; eyes widening as she recognised her own enchantment.

Peeling away again Sif wiped at her lips, green juice now rolling down her chin. Disgusted with herself Sif attempted to push away, only to be presented with Valkyrie's other full breast. Moaning her mouth was soon filled with the slave's tit. A concoction of submissiveness bursting into her gullet, Sif had no choice but to swallow what she was given.

Watching from above Hela allowed the befuddled brunette to feed a few moments longer before finally stepping down from her throne:

"Bored now."

Torn away from Valkyrie's chest Sif's mouth was left slurping at the air as she regained her senses. What was happening to her?!

Standing between her lustful subjects Hela smirked; her new plaything had just had her first taste of submission. Soon the warrior would be saturated with it:

Grasping her shoulders Hela ran her hands over her own curves, the skintight fabric of her green and black suit disappearing to reveal the glistening white skin beneath. Staring, Sif was in awe of the Goddess's statuesque form as her clothing melted away whilst Valkyrie bowed her head obediently; the more experienced slave careful not to offend the wrathful creature before her.

Glowering at the disturbed warrior Hela barked her next order:

"Kneel before your Queen!"

Her command clear Sif swallowed what was left of her pride; taking a moment to compose herself before finally descending.

Dropping to her knees Sif's eyes became level with Hela's waiting pussy. Spread out before her, Sif had no choice but to take in the Goddess' intoxicating scent, her mouth mere millimetres away from the elegant folds of the powerful woman's sex. Glancing sideways the brunette could just make out Carol watching from afar; refusing to meet the Captain's gaze as the green mist around her crept further inward:

"For Asgar-mpgh!"

Rolling her eyes Hela grasped the brunette's head, roughly tugging the warrior forward into her core. Disregarding foreplay she buried Sif's beautiful face between her strong thighs; impatient to bend the Goddess to her will. Surprised lips tangling with the Queen's sex Sif swallowed her rage; intent to prove she could survive this Dom's harsh treatment better than Valkyrie.

Mouth wrapping around Hela's swollen peach Sif tasted her new ruler; tongue rolling into Hela's glowing slot. Gathering a rich helping of fluid the brunette experienced the divine taste of the Goddess of Death, her rich spicy juices, different from anything she had before; Hela was intoxicating. Spreading her lips wide to encapsulate the firm pussy before her, the Warrior bravely took another long lick, delving into the Queen's core before latching on with her mouth.

Holding Sif tightly in her grasp Hela barely reacted; her victory all but secured as her subject went down on her. Making eye contact with Carol the Goddess grinned, enjoying the cosmic blonde's disgust. Today she might not take the infamous 'Captain Marvel'. But forcing her to confront the submission she feared? That was truly glorious.

Hela knew to wait for Sif's indolence to subside; the rhythms of her twisting tongue beginning to take shape. The Queen was patient: For how many millennia had she plotted to overthrow the House of Odin? How much longer before the true throne was in her grasp?? From Sif she could gain the strength and knowledge to take Asgard in a day! Of course, it took real power to make an immortal warrior submit. But Sif was already on her knees, feeding on her cunt! Closing her eyes a dark, lustful joy spread over the Queen's enraptured face; first the girl would bend and then she would break:

"Ohh yesss...feast upon my quim slave!" Hela giggled deviously: "For Asgard..."

The Dominant Goddess sighed; banished in Hel it had been a long, long time since a fresh new slave had landed at her feet. And Sif was a skilled, her lithe tongue gliding over her core and delighting Hela's senses. The superior woman groaned as the brunette's moved back up and down several times, Sif opening her slick entrance with her mouth before delving further inside her pussy with that magical little instrument; no idea of the depraved fate that awaited her.

Getting past her initial distaste Sif began to eat with earnest, determined to overwhelm her infuriating opponent and assert some control by proving the fallibility of this Goddess. Lapping with discipline she tried not to think about the submissiveness of her actions as her tongue twisted and turned, churning at her Queen's velvety smooth walls before curling upward, impatient to find the source of her pleasure. Repeating this sensual rhythm, soon Hela's pale thighs were clutching the brunette's face possessively.

Staring back at Captain Marvel, Hela turned her gaze to Valkyrie; the slave still waiting obediently for a command.

Lifting a hand from Sif's bobbing head the Queen summoned her subject, Valkyrie apprehensively meeting her cold blue eyes. Gesticulating curtly to her own behind the slave understood, crawling on hand and knee behind the Goddess.

Feeling hot breath against her ass cheeks Hela barely blinked; focused on the fresh new prize whilst her broken-down old whore set about another humiliating task.

Pressing her plump mocha-coloured lips against Hela's pearly white butt Valkyrie laid down kiss after kiss, worshipping her superior's magnificent flesh as Sif ate her pussy. Content with how these inferiors lathered her nethers, Hela theatrically mocked blasted both Asgardians to Carol's disdain:

"Welcome to my new empire Danvers! Is it not glorious?! The old and the new working together to satisfy their Queen! This is where true power leads!!"