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Everything was a blur when she woke up. Her last memory was of the lab and collating data with Jane . . . Darcy rolled her head to the side, blinking rapidly as her surroundings spun and dove sharply with vertigo. Uh, not good.
Where was she? In her room? No. She knew that right off the bat. It was too bright in here, wherever she was, to be her dark little cave of a bedroom. She was on a bed though. That she could confirm. It was a soft mattress with luxurious sheets. A little frown puckered Darcy’s forehead. Did she go drinking? She felt kinda fuzzy…
No. She was certain the last thing she remembered was looking up at Jane. Some noise had distracted them from work and they had looked over at each other. There had been an expression of . . . alarm? On Jane’s face as she looked towards her. Then, nothing.
Darcy wanted to call out for her friend but thought it best to keep quiet until she figured out more about her surroundings. She attempted to open her eyes again, slowly this time, and carefully scanned the space.
It was a large room; sparsely furnished. The interior was white and chrome, illuminated by brightly glowing ceiling lights. She couldn’t help but reminded of a hospital room. A nice hospital room, but still, it was sterile, crisp, clinical. A shiver worked its way up her spine.
Which brought her attention to her attire. Or lack thereof.
Darcy had frozen in place at the realization that she was in a strange bed, in a strange room wearing only her underwear. Her breath stuttered with shock. She self-consciously tried to pull the covers closer around her bare shoulders and received another nasty surprise. Her hands were tied loosely to separate sides of the bed.
“Ohhh, hell no.” She sputtered, sitting straight up in indignation. This had better not be one of Stark’s jokes. ‘Cause his little thing about not liking shit being handed to him?! She was so going to hand him his ASS!!
“Very funny Tony!” Darcy snarled. “Get in here now and untie me!!” She sat and fumed for a few moments and nothing happened. “JARVIS? Where is Stark?!”
Again, more silence.
Darcy was rattled by the non-response. “JARV?” She attempted again, in a smaller voice.
Oh seriously, like, crap.
She tried her best to curl into a huddle. As much of one as she could with ropes anchoring her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. Little shudders of fear began to climb her spine.
Did the others know she was missing? Hell, were the others okay?! Where was she? What sick freak of the week thought this plan out? Darcy was so overwhelmed with the riot of her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the subtle change in air pressure.
Hsssssssss
When she finally noticed there was something funny with the air in the room, it was probably already too late. Darcy flailed in panic, realizing she was being gassed with something. She tried holding her breath while she tried in vain to pull free of the ropes but they held firm. Her lungs seizing with the need for oxygen, Darcy tried filtering it through the sheets but by now the room was well saturated. She coughed and gasped for air helplessly, tears of helplessness spilling down her cheeks.
What am I breathing? She agonized. Are they poisoning me?
As in response to her fear, her body seemingly shut down. She felt the mattress receiving the weight of her curves. However her pulse still beat in her throat and she could still hear the terrified gallop of her heartbeat.
The hiss of gas faded away to be replaced by what seemed to be a fast-working ventilation system. Darcy noted the goose-flesh of her skin as the cold air suddenly cleansed the room free of contaminated air.
Her heartbeat was just beginning to slow when she noted something very unnerving about herself. Her body was beginning to tingle in arousal. Darcy swallowed convulsively. No. She rejected the thought. This isn’t. No.
I am tied up in a bed, she summed up for herself mercilessly, in my underwear. Drugged so I can’t move. And may have been given some kind of, what, airborne aphrodisiac?? How is this even my life?
But why would anyone want to do this? To her? I mean yeah she was a smokin’ intern but she was an intern. This was a lot of work just to get in her pants. A little something slipped in her drink at the bar would have worked just as well. Yeah, scratch that. If she hadn’t noticed that pathetic attempt at date rapery, she was pretty sure someone like Barton or one of the lesser Shield goons stalking her would have.
She was feeling flushed. Darcy concentrated on the cool sensation of the sheet under her cheek. Without being obvious about it, she tried to ascertain where she was being watched from. She’d be foolish to think, that with this set-up there were no freaking cameras. I have to get out of here. There were no obvious mirrors but there were tell-tale divots in the ceiling. She noticed something else that she hadn’t before; there was more than one door. She counted five without being able to move her head. I’m in some kind of lab. Came the horrifying realization.
She was back to the sick freak of the weak theory. Only it didn’t comfort her in any way. Darcy had to hold on to the thought that someone was coming for her (and possibly Jane since they had been together in her last memory). Jane you better be okay and calling for help, she willed. Please, please be calling for help.
Darcy was trying to concentrate on getting a response from her hands instead of thinking of how her skin was taking on a painfully aware state. She threw all her concentration on trying to get her fingers to work at the ropes. She most certainly did not feel how the scratchy lace of her bra pressed down against her throbbing nipples, or how the fabric of her panties was pooling with sticky moisture.
Not me, she chanted silently. This is not me it’s the drug.
Her fingers were just starting to twitch when the distraction became unbearable. Darcy clenched her eyes shut and pressed her lips to a thin line in order to keep back the humiliating sounds that threatened to burst free.
The ropes and the fabric of her underwear were starting to drive her slightly mad. She wanted to writhe against their weight; to feel some kind of relief in the friction but her body was still as heavy as unresponsive as a cement block. Which meant with her growing arousal, the weight of these restrictions became a torture.
Darcy let a groan slip out. She tried to catch it but once it was free others followed. She hated the sound of her breathy pleas but it was like someone had covered her in honey and rolled her in fire-ants. Sheer torture.
“Please untie me, please.” She whimpered. “I can’t--”
She heard one of the doors unlock. Her heart skittered in alarm. She felt mixed amounts of relief and fear. Someone was coming to untie her. Darcy’s hazy blue eyes widened. Shit! Someone was coming to untie her!
The door was over her shoulder and out of her line of sight but she could hear some kind of a scuffle. There was more than one person there apparently. Darcy frowned. What was going on--? The back of her neck prickled with unease.
With an Uff! A male someone stumbled into the room and the door shut behind them with an ominous click.
“Uh, who’s there?” Darcy made herself ask. Her stomach flip-flopping queasily.
“Lady Darcy?” a familiar resonant, though rough-sounding voice said with disbelief.
“Thor!” She squealed. “Oh thank, Mew Mew! You’re gonna get me out of here right?”
There was a silence, oddly punctuated by the sound of ragged breathing.
Darcy was distracted again by the surge of blinding need to get free of her restrictions. She mewled. Not realizing she was chanting under her breath, “Off, off, get it off--!” When the worst of it past she realized she still couldn’t see Thor.
“Thor?” She gulped with a sudden horrible realization. “Did they hurt you?”
“No, but I fear they may have done something equally sinister.” It sounded painful for Thor to speak.
Darcy frowned. What--?
When he rounded the bed, she understood immediately. Her eyes widened. “Oh no.”
He was naked, and by the look of it, painfully aroused. His broad shoulders were hunched with his fight for control but there was a feral look in his eye that she had never seen before. He was looking at her with a sort of devouring hunger that made her body shiver in response.
“Who caught us?” Darcy demanded, “What do they want?”
She meeped as Thor prowled closer to the bed. She was not used to seeing that sexual hunger directed at her and it was both alarming and blisteringly hot. “Thor! Think of Jane! You love her. She will rip you a new one if you touch me. We have to get out of here!!”
“Jane--” Thor said, his face screwed up in pain.
“Y—yes.” Darcy’s eyes fluttered shut. Off. Off. GET THE THINGS OFF. “Thor.” Her voice was amazingly steady, “Could you just untie me? Ohgod Please??” Okay she did her best.
“Of course Lady Darcy,” His voice rumbled through his chest like thunder and went straight to her . . .
Darcy wrenched her thoughts away. Brother. Brother. He’s like a brother to me.
With her wrists and ankles blessedly free, her sigh was almost orgasmic. It clearly affected Thor in a visceral way. She saw his cock jump, and for a moment was almost hypnotized by the sight of his hard golden flesh curving to the sharp jut of his hip. Holy crow, Darcy blinked. Her mouth dried.
No. No! Poptarts!! Thor and Jane TMI in the little flat in London. Eric in his underwear…
“Do you . . . want this off as well?” Thor asked her, his thumb hooked under the seam of her bra.
Darcy’s eyes almost rolled at the sensation. No bad idea! “Yes! Oh, god, I can’t th—”
With a sharp tug, the bra was torn off. Then Thor’s breath was ghosting her erect nipples and Darcy legit forgot how to breathe. His facial scruff teased the soft flesh of her breast and if she could have grabbed his head she would have.
“Thor--!” She groaned.
He licked and nibbled at her rosy pink areola, nosing her nipple teasingly until she thought she would go mad. With his fingers he coaxed the opposite nipple to a stiff peak. Then he switched and the mix of sensations made Darcy’s conflicted body hum.
“So soft,” Thor murmured against her skin. He slid his hands down to cup her ass and lift her so that he could settle his substantial bulk between her legs. Darcy’s breath hitched. He loomed over her like a sculpted mountain.
Okay now it would be good to note that Darcy was for all intents and purposes, a virgin. Like, not the physical kind, cause like a good vibrator will take care of that for you and she was in her twenties. She’d fooled around plenty and had lots of offers but it just never happened.
The sight of a Norse god kneeling between her thighs shorted out her brain. Probably would have done that anyway even without the drugs. It was like one of her guiltiest fantasies, cause c’mon of course she’d fantasied about tapping that. But not for really real. He was her friend, and her best friend’s boyfriend. There’s no way she would ever do something like this. Neither would Thor. He was honorable. So honorable her ladies barely registered a glance and that was saying something.
His tongue was laving her nipple now; bathing it, flicking at it teasingly. Darcy’s moans increased in pitch. It was torture not being able to move. At the back of her mind she wondered if that wasn’t on purpose. If she didn’t put up a fight, if she couldn’t, it probably made it easier for whatever drug they had given Thor.
He was giving her that feral look again. Darcy could feel a fresh trickle of warmth spill from her center and bit her lip. His nostrils flared in tandem with his pupils blowing wide and she gasped sharply when Thor slipped his free hand between her legs.
His thumb settled over her clit as he slid his first two fingers over her sopped panties. Darcy made a sound between a cry and a whimper as he honed in on her throbbing core. He hmmed with approval as he bypassed the sorry excuse for lace and dipped the tip of his finger past her slick lips.
“Are you wet for me, little Darcy?” Thor’s hungry voice reverberated through her belly.
Omg. Is that just his fing-!
Darcy’s eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasm that rolled over her was unexpected and fierce.
When her brain was working again, she could feel that Thor’s fingers were still working on her. He had pushed a second digit in and was trying to stretch her out. She felt delicious pings of pleasure mixed with a not so pleasant ache.
“You are so tight,” Thor marveled as her hot silk walls gripped his fingers. His breath harshened with the scent of her arousal. His cock pressed insistently against the soft velvet flesh of her pale thigh.
“I’m . . .” A virgin, Darcy wanted to say, “inexperienced.”
A growl shook Thor’s form. He gripped her thigh tightly as he seemed to fight for control. Darcy whimpered in sudden fear at the transformation. “You . . . are yet . . . a maiden?!” Thor bit out in difficulty.
With Darcy’s hesitant affirmation, Thor swore under his breath, “Ymir’s frosty rim!”
His fingers quivered on her hips. She was sure she would have bruises.
“I am sorry, Darcy,” His voice was strangled, but more Thor sounding than he had been yet. “I cannot seem to stop this.”
Blinking away tears, Darcy knew the feeling. “It’s not your fault.” She whispered.
Breathing heavily, Thor leaned his forehead against hers. As if they were drawn by magnets, his fingers were pulled back to her splayed mound. This time instead of brushing aside her panties, he snapped the fabric impatiently. Her breath hitched. His shoulder was right under her nose and it took up most of her field of vision. It was almost bigger than her whole upper body put together. He was huge! How was he going to—
The head of his cock began rocking against her slick opening. Darcy moaned at the ridged, hot sensation bumping along her clit. He rubbed the glisten of pre-come at the end of his tip into her weeping slit with a guttural moan of his own.
“You cannot move?” Thor asked her gruffly.
“No!” Darcy squeaked.
His corded arms went under the back of her legs and she found her hips lined up with his, her legs open to either side of him. If she’d had the presence of mind to think of the image she made, like a lusty little star fish, Darcy would have been scarlet with mortification. As it was Thor could barely tear his eyes from the unconscious offering she posed. Her long dark hair spread over the sheets in a glorious riot of curls, her delicious pale skin was tipped in a delicate flush of arousal and her lush curves begged for attention.
Thor’s tip felt like he was fisting her. Despite the fact that he had tried to prepare her for his girth, two fingers and an orgasm later she was still woefully unprepared. Darcy groaned into his shoulder as he bore down without further warning.
“God’s above!” Thor shouted as his traitorous body drove into hers.
“Aangh!” Darcy cried. Toobigtoobigtoobig!!!
Her eyes widened painfully as he attempted to sink to the hilt. Only she didn’t think that was possible. Between their bodies she dazedly watched as his length disappeared into her. A burning, twisting, heat churned in her belly and she lifted her eyes to Thor’s in mute appeal. His whole jaw clenched at the expression on her face.
One hand cupping her ass to hold her hips in place, the other stole to the back of Darcy’s neck where he wound a fist full of her thick hair. He tugged until he could easily plunder her parted mouth.
Oh gods! Thor’s . . . was in her . . . and his tongue was in her mouth . . . doing--! Her mind stuttered at the impossible scene. She never would have believed something like this happening. But here she was. She could hear the sweaty slap of his pelvis snapping against hers. Feel her core being ravished by his punishing member.
Darcy suspected she should have been feeling more pain. But it was hard to think about that when a fat heavy surge of pleasure was rolling over her in redolent waves. She opened her mouth in a silent cry.
“Yes,” Thor grunted, as he felt her hot sheath quivering around his shaft. “You feel so good, little Darcy.”
“Thor!” She whimpered.
His eyes were dark with lust. He threw her legs over his shoulders and hunched over her in renewed vigor. Darcy wailed as this allowed him a deeper angle than before. His tip was driving into her cervix, making her womb spasm uncontrollably.
“So full,” She babbled. Her hands splayed over the rippled planes of his chest. Huh, I can move again, she thought at the back of her overwhelmed mind.
Thor’s golden hair was in her face, the strong line of his jaw prominent in her view as his body rocked into hers. Darcy held on for dear life. “Ohmygodomygo—I can’t—Oomygo--!” Her eyes rolled as once more her body spasmed with heady pleasure.
His voice was just a rumble in her ear, making her shiver in delightful aftershocks. But as her haze lifted the words began to filter through and Darcy couldn’t help but try to squirm away.
“So wet and tight, little one.” He was grunting, with each ball slapping thrust. “I’m going to fill you with my seed.”
Darcy slapped ineffectively at his glistening chest. “No! No, Thor you can’t! I’m not on any birth control!”
He gave a full body shudder. Darcy’s eyes filled with tears. “Please, Thor. Don’t.”
“Gods, yes. I have to.” Thor groaned as though he was in terrible pain. “Need to fill you.”
What have they done to us? Darcy agonized as Thor pawed her breasts, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm. He jackknifed in her slick pussy. Then there was one slow, deep thrust and . . .
Darcy felt an unfamiliar hot pulsing sensation deep within her core. She knew what that meant. Tears spilled down her cheeks and her breath hitched from her chest. Thor groaned long and deep, drawing her naked body closer as though he wanted to thoroughly bury himself in her.
His spend rushed up her channel and spilled out on the sheets beneath her. More as he rocked his hips gently as the aftershocks of his orgasm ebbed away.
Darcy quivered and shook underneath Thor’s heavy twitching body. She was in shock. How did this happen?
Thor was stirring. His thumb swept away the trace of a tear on her cheek. “I am sorry to dishonor you this way, Lady Darcy,” His voice was more like his own and that spurred a fresh wave of tears.
“They d-drugged you,” She shivered. “We need to find a way out of here…”
Thor pressed a heart-breakingly sweet kiss to her forehead, “I swear it.”
He was as gentle as he could be, disengaging from her but Darcy still whimpered at his loss. The embarrassing rush of combined body fluids was also totally mortifying. She didn’t have time to dwell on it however, as suddenly the door that Thor had been introduced to the room, swung open again.
This time Darcy could see the armed figures that loomed in the doorway. They were in full combat gear, faces covered in masks. She gave a frightened sound and Thor swept her behind him protectively with a growl.
By the way his muscles were tensed he was about to launch himself forward, but there was a sharp whistling sound and Darcy realized in horror one of the soldiers had shot Thor.
“Thor!” Darcy screamed.
The thunder god gave a garbled roar of defiance before collapsing heavily on top of her.
“Thor!”
She tried to see what they had done to him but his body was hoisted off of her before she could get a good look. Attempting to scramble out of their reach, Darcy pushed back against the headboard and watched, sick with fear as they dragged the demi-god from the room.