Seduction on Sakaar
Chapter 1
Summary: Loki/Reader, Grandmaster/Reader. You are in the service of the Grandmaster, trying to survive on Sakaar, with no hope of returning home. Until Loki shows up.
Warnings: Forced prostitution, sex slave, public sex, drug use, non-con elements, blow jobs
You had been on Sakaar for what felt like forever, your old life was just a fever dream. You had thought the Grandmaster would have gotten bored with you by now as he had with so many others. He always had some new shiny toy to display. You had seen them come and go, tossed to the side once he found something fresh to play with, much like a child. Either sold to someone else or sent down to the brothel to work. You somehow had yet to be dismissed. Not that you were aching to join the others in the brothel, you didn’t care for your position here either. As long as you kept him happy, he treated you well enough. And of all the options, this was the best one. You had a nice room and were showered with lavish things. He liked you to show you off, you couldn’t remember ever wearing an outfit more than once and they were always the latest styles. His own personal Barbie. He had no problem sharing, orgies were held on the regular. But with you, he was a little more particular. Someone had to really please the Grandmaster for you to be on the table. The others disliked you greatly for how you were spoiled as if they thought you enjoyed it. While you were grateful, you had seen many others with much worse fates, no, you did not enjoy it. In fact, you had gotten yourself addicted to a few substances along the way. The sex parties often had a buffet of drugs available and residing to your fate, you looked for something to numb yourself with, which was likely why time lost all meaning to you. Not that time on Sakaar really worked normally in the first place.
You spent most of your days following the Grandmaster around. You and the others would drape yourself over the furniture, on display, as the Grandmaster tended to business. It had been several hours and boredom had overtaken you as your eyes glazed over. But as the puddle of goo that once was a man dripped on the floor in front of you, you reminded yourself that maybe boredom wasn’t that bad. You took a drag off your cigarette, pink smoke exhaling from your mouth, while the cleaning crew removed the mess. Larsie, the Xandarian sitting next to you, offered you a tray after snorting a line herself. The Grandmaster babbled on and you would listen, trying to learn as much as possible. You thought if you knew the interworkings of his domain perhaps an opportunity for escape would arise. Thus far it had not. You weren’t aware of it at the moment, but that opportunity you were looking for had just walked through the door.
“Grandmaster! I have acquired that which you desire.” Loki bowed before approaching, handing the Grandmaster a small box, looking quite pleased with himself. You noted how the leather gripped his body as he moved.
“Oooooh.” He eyed the contents before snapping the lid shut. “Very good, I admit I am impressed. I’ve been after this for some time.” He handed the box off to a subordinate. “Put this in the vaults, transfer credits.”
Loki glanced at you, his breath paused. You had one foot on the ground, the other on the soft white surface of the long couch next to Larsie’s thigh. Your knee was propped up enough to have your arm draped over it, providing support for your cigarette-holding hand. The thin-flowing fabric of your high-slit skirt pooled between your spread-open legs. Fabric so delicate that a gentle breeze would remove it from your body completely. How Loki prayed for a gentle breeze. In your stupor, you exhaled a puff of smoke and gave him a wink. He smirked before turning back to the Grandmaster.
“Well done,” he clapped his hands together. “You are proving to be quite an asset. You’ve only been here a week and you’ve accomplished more than half my crew has in a year!” he leaned over to Topaz and whispered. “In fact, pull the numbers, have the lowest-ranking crew pardoned, will you?”
“Of course sir.” She smiled and nodded.
“Good, good.” He cleared his throat and spoke at normal volume. “Ah, Loki, why uh… why don’t you join us tonight? I’m throwing a little party to celebrate my champion’s latest victory.”
You rolled your eyes. Another orgy, if not, it would no doubt turn into one. You would do what you always did, get high and wait around, follow whatever orders the Grandmaster gave you for the evening. Whether it was entertaining someone he wanted to take advantage of, or wanted information from, or if he got bored with the copious amount of naked bodies to choose from, he might call on you himself.
“I would be most honored to attend, Grandmaster.”
Loki gave a small bow before dismissing himself. But not without another glance at you as he left. Your eyes met and followed him until he was out of sight. Too bad his dumb little cape was blocking your view of his nice ass. A pity.
You sighed and took another drag. You had seen Loki around, he had all of your “coworkers” swooning. They all gossiped about the gorgeous dark-haired newcomer and his way with words. You had even seen it firsthand, groups of people being enchanted by his stories, the pictures he could weave for a crowd were indeed impressive. But people came and went frequently on Sakaar. Traders and smugglers going from planet to planet, champions dying in the arena, or individuals being sold off. You learned quickly to not be drawn in by anyone, attachment only means hurt. The closest thing you could call a friend was Scrapper-142, while she was usually drunk, she was one of the few people other than Topaz who was still around. And let's face it, Topaz was a bitch. She hated you like she hated 142, anyone who had the Master’s attention. You and 142 loved to talk shit about her, that's where you two really bonded, but in the end, alone was safer. The Grandmaster dismissed you all, you trudged back to your room. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. You pushed the thoughts of home out of your mind whenever they snuck their way in. You reminded yourself you were never getting off this trash heap and thinking about your life before wasn’t going to serve you.
The crew came to doll you up for the party. There was once a time when you were startled by how revealing some of the outfits were. But if there was anything remotely positive about this experience it's that Sakaar made you let go of all the ridiculous body standards brainwashed into you. You were naked almost daily, you truly stopped caring what you looked like or what anyone thought. Half the room either wanted to fuck you or they hated you for the favoritism the Grandmaster showed you. So when the wardrobe team slid the tight scraps of gold fabric, that hid nothing, over your curves, you didn’t bat an eye. The skirt, if you could call it that, was no wider than a scarf. Two thinner strips attached at the top of the skirt and ran up your torso to make a sad attempt to cover your breasts. They gathered at the end, attached to a halter chain that held them up. Matching boots when up to your thighs. Hair up, adorned with a gold comb that matched the bracelets on your wrist. Clearly, a theme tonight.
The party was already in full swing when you arrived. You snorted a line off the first tray that passed you, followed by two shots of blue liquid from the following tray. You approached the Grandmaster who was telling one of his idiotic stories to a group of yes men, ready to react in order to please.
“Ah, precious, there you are!” He put his arm around your waist. “You look delightful tonight, so.. Shinny”
“Thank you, Master,” you put your hand on his chest, leaned on him, and looked up. “How can I serve you this evening?”
“Mmmhhmmhm. Aren’t you the sweetest? Have an open ear for me will you?”
“As you wish.” You slinked off him, swaying your hips as you made your exit.
You played his game and you played it well. As much as you disliked it, it was in your best interest to remain in his favor for as long as possible. He frequently had you eavesdrop on conversations. A great many secrets spilled at these parties. Lips loosened by drink, drugs, and sex. This part you kind of enjoyed, or at least tried to. You made a game out of it. You’d put on the charms, get them talking, and by the end of the night, you had juicy gossip to share. Some tidbits you withheld, if it had a possible use to you later. Sometimes you protected others, they never knew, but you’d covered for a few of the other girls from time to time. Favors were the currency within the world of indentured servitude, you were property and property had no use for money.
You grabbed a tray of drinks from one of the waiter stations and made your rounds through the large room. Several different couch and table areas were spread around where people mingled, areas were separated by art displays or tables of food. Music played in the background. By the time you made your way around twice, most people were getting into the spirit of the party. Couples and groups alike were on each other, moans coming from all directions. You passed around a corner and spotted Loki, leaning against a wall. You sat the tray down on a nearby surface and grabbed the last two drinks off it as you approached him. Handing him a glass of fizzy orange liquid, he looked towards you and you couldn’t help but admire his piercing eyes.
“I suggest you participate in some capacity if you are trying to get into his good graces. If you don’t he’ll find it suspicious.”
“Is that so?” he asked, accepting the beverage.
“If I may…” You leaned in towards him. “I suggest the blonde to your left, she’s quite good with her mouth.” You smiled. “At least from personal experience.” You winked and walked away.
The “skirt” of your outfit had wiggled its way up above your buttcheeks. Your soft lips peeked out slightly when you bent over one of the couches to talk to someone. Loki took a deep breath, how he longed to be between those lips. He had already learned you were off limits without permission but Loki loved a good challenge. For now, he’d have to play by the rules, but surely an opportunity would arise.
You approached the Grandmaster again, running your hands up his arm. He turned towards you. You gave him a devious smile.
“Oh Precious, I can tell you have something good for me, don’t you?”
“Yes Grandmaster, I do.”
“Well, don’t keep me waiting. Come, come.”
“Hactus is back in town,” you beamed. “And I know where he’s hiding.”
“Oh ho!” he ran his fingers through your hair. “How grand.”
Hactus, the piece of shit, was one of the bounty hunters hired from time to time. He didn’t follow the rules well and on more than one occasion roughed up some of the girls. He got scolded, that's it. But one party, where he got particularly fucked up, he tried with you. He beat you pretty good, as big as he is, but you still managed to gouge out his eye. It in fact is on display in a jar on your dresser. As one can imagine, that didn’t go over well with the Grandmaster, and a bounty was placed on his head. He fled Sakaar a year ago, but clearly not smart enough to stay gone.
“Have I pleased you, Master?”
“You always do, my sweet. How would you like to be rewarded?”
“Seeing him die painfully would do nicely,” you batted your eyes. “Pretty please.”
“Anything for you, my precious little pet,” he stroked your cheek. “Topaz, bring our friend in, would you?”
“Of course, sir.” Topaz and two guards left the room, she glared at you as she passed.
“Is there anything else you’d like, sweetheart? Cause I was going to pardon him anyways, doesn’t seem like much of a reward.”
“Um..” your eyes lit up for a moment. “Can I do it?”
“Oh my viscous little minx, I would like nothing less.” he hummed with approval. “You have me all sorts of excited now. What can we do about that, I wonder?”
Without another word, you turned around and bent over the table next to you, sliding decor out of the way, a vase shattered on the floor. He gripped your cheeks, spreading them apart to admire your anatomy. You felt the head of his dick between your folds before sinking in. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he arched your back to the point of discomfort, you moaned. The Grandmaster giggled, his little slave was so well trained. There were many reasons you were his favorite. The obedience and the way you spied for him brought him great joy. Nothing, however, topped the way your snug cunt gripped him when he fucked you. He had put you on a pedestal, others in his court craved you and were willing to please the Grandmaster for an opportunity. Since your arrival, the eagerness of his scrappers and hunters had solidified, you were another means of control. A trap Loki found himself falling into at a rapid pace. So much so, Loki had indeed taken your advice.
You glanced across the room to find Loki on one of the many white leather couches, the recommended blonde kneeling between his legs. You couldn’t help but admire his cock springing free as she undid the front of his pants. You wanted to hate him, the arrogant prick that he was, but as she glided her tongue up his girthy shaft before taking him into her mouth, you couldn’t look away. You envied her a little as he pushed her head down, causing her to gag. He seemed indifferent until his eyes met yours. Loki watched, lustfully, as the Grandmaster’s thrusts pushed you into the table. The sounds you were making caused his cock to twitch. He gripped the blonde’s hair in his slender fingers, thrusting her mouth up and down on him in the rhythm of the pelvic slaps meeting yours. He pictured your luscious ass bouncing on his dick, walls clenching and milking him. You thought of his fingers wrapping around your throat as he pounded into you. You clawed at the table, eyelids fluttering. Warmth etched its way from your chest to your face. Where you... blushing?
For all you had seen and done, this was new. You’d never fucked someone across a room before. And it showed, the wet quelching sounds dripping between your legs echoed. Watching Loki’s head tilt back in pleasure, mouth slack, eyes never leaving you, did you in. You came and you came hard, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He gritted his teeth and thrust into the blonde’s throat with a deep moan, cumming at the sound of your cries.
“My my,” the Grandmaster pulled you up to him by your hair. Back flush against his chest, his other hand gripped your jaw. Your body slumping against him. “Remind me to let you execute criminals more often my sweet, you are positively dripping. Mmmm.”
“Yes Master,” you said between breaths, panting. “It seems to have aroused me.”
“Mmmhmm, clearly.”
He gave you a peck on the cheek before pulling out of you. Sitting down on his chair, he laid you across his lap, head on his shoulder, letting you recover. You watched Loki run his fingers through his hair. He dismissed the blonde and poured himself a drink at the bar.
“What do you think of our new friend, my sweet?”
“Hmm? Which?” you played dumb.
“Our little overachiever over there.” He nodded in Loki’s direction.
“Seems to be efficient, despite being full of himself.”
“Very efficient. Any whispers?”
“Just cunts clenching as he passes.”
“Haha- you have such a humorous foul mouth. I love it!” He kissed the top of your head. “Keep an eye on him, will you? I’m currently undecided. He’s trying too hard.”
“Maybe he’s just overly grateful that you give his life meaning, Master,” you ran your fingers down his neck. “How magnanimous of you.”
“Hmmm,” he looked down at you, amused. “It is quite generous of me, isn’t it?”
You both laughed, he took your hand and kissed it. You closed your eyes for a few moments before being startled by Topaz and the guards dragging Hactus behind them.
Show time.
