The Asgardians are tested

The cargo door of the spaceship opened. Dozens of beautiful naked women came scampering out onto the sands, shrieking in embarrassment as they went. They scattered across the plain, running over the dunes and one by one disappearing from sight.

Silence reigned.

Peter Quill stepped out of the spaceship. Putting his hands on his hips, he looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of Vormir. It didn't take long. There was only one sight, and no sounds. There wasn't a naked woman to be seen.

"Weird," he said. "Where did they all go?"

"I am Groot."

"That was very naughty of you, Groot. You made all those nice young ladies very nervous."

"I am Groot."

"I should tell you not to do it again. Probably. I won't, though."

"I am Groot."

"Where did they all go?"

"Greetings," said the mysterious skull-faced entity, materialising beside him. "Welcome to Vormir. I am the guardian of this place."

"Aah! Where the hell did you come from?"

"I am Groot?"

"Your women are being tested. Observe."

The scene shifted around them. Suddenly, they were standing in a castle, watching a beautiful blonde Asgardian woman down on all fours scrubbing the stone floor. She wasn't wearing any clothes. Servants were standing around her, giggling and poking her with sticks. She looked up, saw Quill and squeaked.

"On Asgard, she was a proud noblewoman. Here, she is a humble naked servant wench. Do you understand?"

"No, but I like what I'm seeing."

The scene shifted again. They were standing in a medieval village. A beautiful raven-haired Asgardian woman was locked in the stocks in the centre of town, being pelted with over-ripe tomatoes while a laughing peasant woman spanked her bottom with a big wooden paddle. Her cheeks blazed red at both ends as she writhed in humiliating discomfort. Quill watched, fascinated, as her breasts jiggled.

"On Asgard, she despised peasants. Here, she is punished by them. Now do you understand?"

"Still no. Sorry. Don't stop doing it though."

The scene shifted again. Now they were in a crowded bar. Gamora was bent over Nebula's lap, kicking and struggling, having her bottom spanked very firmly indeed by an equally naked and very angry Nebula. Her eyes went wide as she saw Quill walk in.

"Now do you understand?"

"Hey, Gamora. How's it going?"

"Quill! What are you doing here? I - ow - I demand that you look away at once!"

"Good to see you again. Have you just been getting spanked this entire time?"

"How dare you? Ow!"

"I require somebody to assist me in my task," said the skull. "Peter Quill. You possess the right qualities. Will you aid me?"

"Quill, get me out of here at once! I insist that you help me!"

Quill hesitated. He knew he really should help the girls escape. Gamora was giving him a **** stare, and Nebula didn't look too happy either. On the other hand, he wasn't even sure where they were. And this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

"Sure, I guess I'll aid you," he said to the skull. "What do I need to do?"

The skull waved a hand. Suddenly, Gamora and Nebula were both tied to crosses at the far end of the room, spread-eagled, with their bare bodies perfectly ****. Much shouting and shrieking and swearing ensued. Quill looked down at his hand, and saw that he was holding a feather duster.

"We will have a tickling contest," said the skull. "Quill will tickle both of you. The girl who laughes loudest and longest will be punished in any way he sees fit."

"No! Don't you dare! I - don't touch me with that thing, Quill! No! Don't! Eeeheehee!"

Quill grinned, looking deep into Gamora's eyes as he tickled her dark green nipples with the feathers. Her eyes were wild with rage, and he could tell she wanted to scream at him, but she was trying so hard not to laugh that she couldn't get the words out. This was turning out to be a lot of fun.

"Afterwards, you will help me torment Mantis and Valkyrie," said the skull. "And the other women, of course. It could go on for a while."

"Sure. Why not?"