Loki’s Very Special Girl
It’s Kinktober. I am doing day 1 prompts: Spanking, aphrodisiac, sleepy sex
Request: I had two requests for Loki non-con, and one for Loki/Virgin, so using these.
Warning: Non-con/rape. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU. Also, turns into dub-con. Kinks.
A/N: Loki is my muse this evening. This is more like 3 drabbles (all about 1000 words). Pre Avengers movie.
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Your head was pounding as consciousness returned. All you could see was pure blackness. The first thing you did was take a deep breath. You knew to stay calm. S.H.I.E.L.D had trained you for hostage situations. It never occurred to you that this particular training would come into play on your first mission, but as inexperienced as you were, there was no way you would flip out. They had chosen you to be an Agent because of your natural talents, letting them down was not an option.
A few deep exhales calmed you enough to assess your situation. The room itself was not black, there was a bag over your head. You were seated in a chair, your ankles cuffed to each leg with about an inch and a half of chain, your hands to the arms with even less leeway. The chair was metal and bolted to the ground. The only chance of escape meant the picking the cuffs. You could feel the spot for the key, but without eyesight chances of setting your hands free was slim to none. While it was unfavorable, you knew you had to wait until your captor arrived.
This was not supposed to happen. You were on a surveillance mission, looking into a possible terrorist threat in England. Nobody should have noticed you, since your cover was the date of a diplomat. You sipped champagne and wore a beautiful black dress, the satin still rested against your bare chest, and you wished you had opted for a more conservative look. The target hadn’t even arrived yet. You walked away to freshen up when there was a sharp pain in your neck. It didn’t feel like a shot though. The blackout was instantaneous. What sort of drug had they used on you?
Before you could dwell on the thought the sound of the door opening filled the room. You rolled your shoulders back and tried to show no fear. If they planned on torturing you for information they had no idea who they were up against. You would choose death long before betrayal.