Thor Disciplines A Certain Cat

"Who do you all work for?" Thor asked, carefully holding Carol's ear-piece by its cord. "Who wants to know?" Hill replied. "You know very well who, now answer the question before—pray tell, what is your favourite city on Midgard?"
Hill sounded confused. "Uh...Paris? I...went there on leave once, it's, uh...a beautiful place."
"Excellent, now answer my question before I lose my patience and break Paris."
Hill swallowed. "Er, right. Myself and Danvers both work for an organisation called SHIELD, our Director is a man named..." she hesitated. "Nick Fury."
"Fury. Strong name, powerful. Where can I find him?"
"He's very secretive, I wouldn't—"
"I'm not one of your underlings, easily fooled by a veneer of subterfuge and skullduggery. Where can I find him?"
"I...he has safehouses, I—I think I know which...I'll send you the co-ords, just don't touch Danvers."
Thor considered this. "No promises." He pocketed the earpiece, then gathered a **** Carol up in his arms. "It seems we've a date with your All-Father," he said, then turned to the rest of the Party. "Enjoy yourselves!" He bellowed. "I've business to attend to regarding our Party-Pooper here!" The Party-Goers cheered and chanted his name as he spun his hammer with his free hand and whisked her away.

Hl's co-ordinates proved accurate, and Fury was indeed home after all. Thor crashed in through the roof, Carol in-hand, and all Fury could do in response was blink, clearly dumbfounded by what he was seeing. "Thirty years in this business, contingencies and backup plans out the wazoo, but if you asked me ten minutes ago what I thought would happen next, I wouldn't have given this answer in a million years."
"F-fury..." Carol went to cover herself, but Thor glided smoothly in behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. "You are the one they call Fury, yes?" He nodded at him. "I assume so, to my people a one-eyed man is a sign of wisdom, and from what your Agents Hill and Danvers have indicated, you are very wise indeed."
"Nicholas J. Fury, that'd be me. You, I know from all the intelligence briefings, the Norse God with a taste for parties. Everybody from Langley to Quantico's got you on their radar; now I admit I'm flattered you came all this way to see me of all people first, but is there a reason you're standing in my F.O.B. right now?"
Thor pushed Carol forward. She staggered, things jiggled. "Your Agent has been quite the thorn in my side lately, thus far I've failed to bring the dog to heel, I thought it only natural to go to her Master instead."
"Master?" Fury cocked his head. "It's more of an Elvis Presley-Tom Parker gig if you ask me, less exploitation, granted. Fact is, I ain't nobody's Master, least of all hers."
"Regardless," Thor countered. "You have influence over her, I'm willing to bet she respects you, and vice versa."
"Strong bet. Good odds."
"You'll call her off, then?"
"And why would I do a thing like that?"
Thor gave a shrug. "There will be consequences if you do not."
Fury bristled. "Word of advice, Ben Franklin, before you even think of making threats, ask yourself if I strike you as a man who's afraid of having a few bones broken."
"It's not you I'm threatening." Thor replied, prodding the small of Carol's back; she tried to suppress her flinch, but it was noticeable all the same. "I've administered punishment to Agent Danvers once, I will do it again."
"Hell you mean 'punishment'?"
Thor rolled his eyes, then made an exaggerated wind-up motion with his hand and gave Carol a powerful slap on the ass. She yelped at his touch and put a hand to the spot he'd struck, glowering at him over her shoulder. "Don't!" She hissed, trying not to meet Fury's good eye when she looked back at him.
"He...spanked you?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"Like 'over-the-knee-daddy's-girl' type spanked you?"
"I said I don't wanna talk about it!"
"You? Carol Danvers, let him spank you?" Fury was bewildered. "How..."
"Something...something happened with my powers and I couldn't...I couldn't fight back, Fury. Alright?"
Fury looked past her at Thor. "So you're threatening to take her somewhere and...do that again?"
"Not that exactly, but something similar, somewhere public and in exactly the state of undress you see before you now."
"And you're relying on her powers continuing to play hide-and-seek? I'm assuming you've seen at least some of what she can do; she'll whoop your ass the second she feels up to it again, forget going after hers!"
Thor snorted. "I've beaten her before, and I have ways and means to keep her from becoming a problem. Mjolnir, for example, is quite immovable once I lay it down somewhere, I need only ensure that 'somewhere' is her again and she'll be no trouble at all. Powers or none."
"Even if I was inclined to make deals with terrorists—"
"God, less of the terrorist, thank you."
"Even if I were inclined to make deals with gods, I still wouldn't be able to make any kind of guarantee that Carol would keep away. Like I said, I'm not her Master, and given what I know about her, I feel pretty damn confident in saying she'll keep coming after you until one of you's in no fit state to fight at all anymore."
"He's right!" Carol said. "I won't give up, not just for Earth's sake, but because of what you did to me!"
Thor sighed, then nodded. "Pity. I was hoping you could be the voice of reason in all this." He retrieved the earpiece from his pocket, held it up to his mouth and spoke into it. "I know you're listening, friends of Carol Danvers. I would advise you listen particularly close for what I have to say next: in the next one of your standard Earth hours, I will be appearing on a public broadcast on your telly-vizuns, with Agent Danvers as my lovely assistant." He gave Carol a knowing look, and it almost made her shrink away from him right then and there. "Your world's introduction to Captain Marvel will be one of spectacle and humiliation, and it will be equal parts yours and her faults. Watch closely." When he was done he crushed the device between index and thumb, before walking over and scooping Carol up by her waist. She wriggled in his grip, but in truth she'd never felt so weak. "Fury!" She called, and she was him opening his mouth to say something, but before she could catch it Thor shot them both back up into the sky, and Fury was gone.

She kept demanding to know where he was taking her now, but the wind snatched her words away before they could properly leave her mouth, and soon she stopped trying, instead Carol just sat in his arms and tried not to feel ****. It was difficult when you were a thousand feet up, naked and in the arms of a blond giant. When they finally descended back below the clouds, Carol saw the glittering lights of a city spread out beneath them. She looked at the shapes of the buildings, the curve of the streets. L.A. she recalled. That looks like...L.A. She'd expected him to take her somewhere downtown, but he diverted away from the heart of the city and instead took her over toward the Hollywood Hills. Far below and hurtling closer to them every second, Carol saw a familiar rounded roof and rows and rows of seating. The Hollywood Bowl. What's he taking me there for?
They touched down less than a minute later on-stage. The stage was empty save for a single wooden chair, and right in front of it aimed at said chair, was a Television Camera lights on its side seeming to stare at Carol in all her nudity as Thor released her. The Giant from before was hunched behind it, lying almost flat on his stomach, at their approach he got to knees and gave Thor a thumbs-up. "I enlisted the help of one of their beast-wranglers, the Carm-Roar is under my control now, I think. With the help of some Jotnar magick, I have successfully breached the entire spectrum of frequencies associated with their Telly-Vizuns, rest assured it will be viewed by all who possess one."
"Excellent news, Loki. As you can see, I've brought our guest."
"A pleasure." Loki grinned at Carol, clearly picturing her with a swimsuit halfway up her butt and trapped inside her kitty. She blushed, it was happening so often now her cheeks were hurting. "Why have you brought me here? What do you want from me?"
"Well, I wanted you to mind your own business and leave us to our festivities, but you were adamant about continuing to interfere. Now? Well, you seem a prideful sort, and there is no greater cure for pride than a good humbling."
"H-humbling?" She hugged herself and stepped behind the chair. "What are you...?"
"Loki. Serpent's Jaws."
The Giant nodded and produced a flexible band of metal cables, they looked small in his hand but Carol had been close enough to him to know they were probably person-sized. "My Father will kill me if he finds out I've taken them, be sure to return them when you're done, yes?" He tossed them to Thor.
"Yes, yes." Thor waved a hand dismissively, catching them with the other. He rounded on Carol and smiled broadly. "Do you want to know what this is?" He shook the 'Serpent's Jaw' and the cables made a rattling sound. "Magically-enhanced restraints, straight from Jotunheim. In the Dark Times they were used to capture Aesir, my people. Now? They should do nicely for a meddling, jumped-up human with cosmic powers." Carol saw then she'd have **** but to fight, and she could tell her power was coming back to her again, returning in slowly building waves as she stood there. She squared up, "I'm not going down without a fight."
"But you are going down." Thor twirled his hammer. Carol summoned two glowing miasmas of energy around her fists, modesty forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Let's dance." She said, and dance they did. Carol swung high and low, jabbing her burning knuckles into his sides, uppercutting his chin from below, blasting him where and whenever there was an opening, Thor meanwhile took it all in stride, tanking blow after blow, occasionally sliding backwards or stumbling slightly across the stage at a particularly strong one, but quickly closing the gap and dinging her with the hammer each time he did. This went on for a while, and Carol almost forgot about the Serpent's Jaws in his other hand, that is until the cables snapped open wide and, when they were close enough, wrapped tight around her body, pinning her arms by her sides. All at once the energy died in the palms of her hands and the tips of her fingers, and in her surprise she lost her balance and fell backwards; suddenly put on the backfoot, she started trying to scoot away from him as he walked up. "Shit! No! No, no, no, no!" She panicked. When he was in grabbing distance, Thor picked her up and bundled her over his shoulder, before taking her over to the chair. Carol kicked her feet in the air and thumped at his back with a series of headbutts, but it had no effect. "The Jaws are also energy siphoners, in case you were hoping for a last minute return of your..." he wiggled his fingers mockingly. "Abilities." He slid her down from his shoulder, caressing her ass as he did, then had her stand in front of him while he went to sit, before pulling her off her feet and placing her on his lap. Carol was breathing heavily, looking down at the Jaws cinched tight over her chest. At least my boobs are covered, she thought. Now if only her lower half had the same luck. "You know, most people only need to suffer this sort of thing once. Not you, though." Thor turned her over and played a little drum beat in slaps on her ass cheeks. "I never told you before, incidentally, whatever your solution is for squats, it's doing wonders." Carol swore and bucked up and down in his grip like an unruly Broncho. "Settle down," Thor said. "It'll be much worse for you if you don't."
Carol blanched, but a part of her was almost relieved that it was more of the same, that he was only going back to finish the spanking he'd given her before...and then things took a turn.

Without warning, Thor flipped her back around and Carol was suddenly put face-to-face with her tormentor. She wriggled in place, wearing a defiant expression and not much else. "W-was that it? No new ideas?"
Thor didn't answer, instead he slid five fingers into the line between her thighs, then pushed her legs apart, so slowly it was almost gentle. Next, he went to work between them with those strong hands of his. The hammer he put on the floor by his feet, while with the hand he'd been holding it with, he reached down and gave her a light spank on her pubic mound, the expanse of skin covered in its thin layer of curly blonde hair between her stomach and slit. Carol's mouth hung half-open; she winced and made a noise at the sudden sharp sting. "You can't touch me there!" She blurted out, her arms bulging under the Serpent's Jaws, and at once they flexed inwards to push back against them. He was already raising his hand to go again. "THOR—" She cried out, but he interrupted her with another slap, momentarily grabbing a handful of her pubes and pulling lightly on them. Carol made another noise, squirming and trying to push his arm away with her knee, but it was like trying to move stone. "Resistance is pointless, when your opponent is a God." He warned. She shook her head and aimed the same knee at his ulnar nerve, it would have given even the strongest human pause, but to Thor it was like a mosquito bite. "On your own head be it," he mused, smacking her mound one more time before moving his hand lower still. She could tell what he was looking at, even from this position. She shook her head again, more insistently this time. Her usual stoic demeanour had been tested again and again today, but now it was finally cracking, she couldn't contain her panic anymore. "No! Thor, l-listen to me! Not there! You can't do it there! Not in front of a camera! You can't do this to me!" But her pleas went unanswered. When Thor slapped her next Carol reacted strongly, the sting on her poor little lips making her suck in air through her teeth, he slapped her labia a second time and to her shame she went redder than ever before, face burning with the knowledge that half the planet would be watching as a God spanked her right on her kitty. "Thor!" She protested weakly. "It..." nothing came to mind, no bargaining chip for her to play, no reason for him to even consider stopping. "It...it hurts!" Carol complained.
"Oh? Truly, my lady? Well, in that case..." Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap, Slap Thor planted five good hits, making her delicate, exposed kitty lips flush with warmth and colour. Five good hits and an indignant holler from her with each one. The stinging was driving Carol crazy. "It hurts!" She whined once more. He ignored her, the only sign he'd heard it at all a slight curve at the corner of his mouth. "THOR! NOT THIS, ANYTHING BUT THI—" Slap! Carol groaned, rubbing her thighs together to alleviate the stinging and tingling. She was quickly coming to the conclusion that this was infinitely worse than being spanked on her behind, at least that didn't involved having her legs spread and her kitty shown off like this; those pink, pink lips were only getting pinker with each hit, and the shy entrance separating them visible to an audience of...thousands? Millions? She didn't dare contemplate just how many would be watching, the immediate experience was bad enough. A couple times she made an effort to close her legs, fixing the God of Thunder with a look of grim determination, but inevitably Thor would lever them back open again, and soon she'd feel his meaty hand back on her most private, intimate place.
Slap! Carol cringed at the warmth of his hand, and how her kitty was burning up a little more with each hit.
Slap! There was an entire sanctuary's worth of butterflies in Carol's stomach, every spank Thor gave her naked kitty made them flutter like crazy.
Slap! A tiny spot of wetness came away on Thor's hand, and her crotch suddenly looked awfully shiny beneath the lights.
Slap! Her kitty was the colour of the sky at sunset, all flushed red, tinged with accents of pink and purple, every slap made it tingle and caused her lips to jiggle. Carol groaned and again went to cocoon it with her thighs, but it was short-lived, and within ten seconds the redness between her legs was back on full display. Beads of sweat ran freely down her face, while her mouth was a meagre, puckered thing, turning inwards at the endlessly escalating embarrassment of the situation. She kept telling herself her powers would return at any moment, that in the next three seconds she'd be knocking Thor's head off and shooting off out of there, but the fantasy was always broken by the stinging around her crotch and the regular strikes he kept administering to it. In the end she was half-right, the heat down there built and built, her eyes gradually lighting up like two bulbs flaring to life, until the pupils and veins in them were gone, replaced by two blank, searing wells of starlight. Thor looked down at something, surprised at first, then ecstatic. "Odin's beard, is there any part of you that doesn't light up?"
Carol moaned her reply, gyrating her hips endlessly to try and soothe the stinging on her kitty. Unbeknownst to her, it had started glowing from within right along with her eyes, the slit casting a thin beam of light out from it like the crack between a door and its frame. He slapped it and little spurts of yellowy-gold came drifting out, brushing silently against the cherry red lips. It was unearthly, and beautiful. When Carol finally noticed it, she felt a fresh wave of embarrassment come over her. Why is it doing that? Her thoughts were forming in a feverish tangle. It's not supposed to... Without any clue of how it started or how to stop it, Carol briefly tried covering it with her hands, but the light was coming out through the gaps in her fingers. "So..."
"Hm?" Thor raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
Carol turned her head to look at the camera and felt the instinct to cringe deep in her gut. "So...humiliating..."
Thor slapped her again, Carol mewled, actually mewled. "You like this, hm?"
Carol shook her head, blushing madly.
"The last wench I encountered who turned this colour at my touch bid me retire with her to her chambers that same night." He stroked the blazing skin of her inner thigh, it made her want the ground to just swallow her up. "N-no...I'm not...HNNNH!" Thor slapped her again, catching everything—the mound with its field of short and curlies, the lips between her legs, even a bit of the naughtier, hidden entrance behind—in one blow he pressed every button there was down there, and the aftershocks of warbling, forbidden pleasure it caused almost made Carol orgasm right there in his lap. Thor noticed the catching of her breath and the look in her eyes. "That's your weakness, isn't it? I wager you didn't even know." He was right, she hadn't. She'd never even contemplated something like spanking, certainly not on her...but it was doing things to her, terrible things. "Don't..." she whispered weakly.
"I don't take orders from you." He spanked her there again and she moaned a high-pitched moan. "T-take my butt," she whispered. "Turn me back around and just...just take my butt instead. Anything but this..." she despised the part of herself that made her say it, but surely it couldn't be worse than this?
"A tempting offer, and one I would ordinarily be happy to capitalise on...but no, I think. I would see you scream." With that, despite Carol's pleas and protestations, Thor gave her a third, hard slap, and Carol lost control.
She was writhing in his lap, that much she was aware of, her kitty was on fire, throbbing deeply. She was screaming out disconnected strings of expletives and insults, in-between long drawn-out moans. Tears were running down her cheeks, it felt so good but in the back of her mind she kept reminding herself that it was being televised, that it was being seen by so, so many. Afterwards, she would be mortified, overcome with horror and shame at the display she'd been turned into, but for now there was only his hand...and her kitty. Carol Danvers lay there in Thor Odinson's lap and squealed openly, the only words she could manage were, "it hurts" in a voice that grew smaller with every strike. In that moment, it was scarcely possible to believe she and the galactic hero Captain Marvel were one in the same.

*

Back on the Helicarrier, Hill had her head in her hands and Darcy was intently scrutinising every last pixel on the holo-feed they had up. "Oh jeez..." Darcy said. "He's really going for it, and she's...wow, she's feeling it."
"Turn it off." Hill croaked.
"But it's...this is big! And..." Darcy flushed. "It's...she's kinda..."
"Turn. It. Off. We owe her that much, at least."
"We don't owe her a rescue, then?"
"With what army? Our biggest guns wouldn't even scratch the likes of him, we send in a strike team or a battalion and all we'll have done is send good people off to die."
"So...we do nothing?"
"Yeah," Hill sighed. "Except maybe damage control. I need to make a few phone calls, see if I can...control the narrative on this one."
"He's spanking her pussy on every channel! How the hell are you gonna control this?!"
"With a bit of skill, and a lot of luck." Hill turned away from her and walked off, leaving Darcy alone, still glued to the feed. "I'm...I'm sorry, Carol." She said, quietly.

*

Fury had first called an old friend of his who always gave him a discount on construction work for the hole in the ceiling of his safehouse. After that, he poured himself a bottle of scotch and turned the TV on, and after that he'd gotten himself another glass, having thrown the first at the screen in a fit of rage after having seen something unspeakable. "Goddamn it, Danvers," he gritted his teeth. "Now I have to go and call in Plan B..."

*

Monica Rambeau woke up bright and early that morning, not wanting to waste the daylight, as her mother had always warned her against. She went on down to the Campus Gym and lifted a few weights, ran on the treadmill for a while, made use of the leg press, then called it a day. When she arrived at the Cafeteria, the place was more crowded than usual for this time of day, and abuzz with conversation. Something about a...TV Special? She asked around about it, but people seemed **** to actually describe it out loud. Monica brushed it all off, deciding to see what all the fuss was about for herself. In the corner of the Cafeteria, balancing on a stand built into one of the room's support pillars there stood an old boxy TV. She stood on tiptoes to reach it, and switched it on. To Monica's shock, the room was filled with what sounded like...moaning? On the screen, she noticed, there was a blond man in a chair—huge guy, impossibly so—with a woman who was also blonde tied up and naked in his lap. Her legs were spread, and every few seconds his hand came down between them, with a loud, Slap!
Monica went to change the channel a few times, but the picture stayed the same. Weird, she thought. Who puts a...sex tape on live TV like this? And on every channel? She inspected their faces a little more closely, the man she didn't recognise, he could have been any stereotypical Swedish Viking, but the woman...
Monica gasped, shielding her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god..." she whispered. "Aunt Carol?!"

*

Kamala Khan was running a toy truck along the living room and making Vroom Vroom noises with her mouth. Mommy and Daddy had come in from the kitchen and sat together on the sofa, before switching the Tee Vee on the way they did every day. This time was different, though. When it turned on it started making funny noises, and out the corner of her eye Kamala saw a pretty lady with nice hair lying down in someone else's lap. She looked sad, but also...happy?
Her parents were talking frantically amongst themselves and trying to switch the Tee Vee to different people doing different things, but it didn't seem to want to change. Eventually, Daddy came over and shielded her eyes with his hands. "Are we playing hide-and-seek?" Kamala exclaimed happily. "Uh, yes...yes that's right, Kamala." Daddy answered.
She could hear Mommy saying bad words under her breath, then a plastic clatter like when she threw one of her toys down the stairs, and finally a loud chnk as the Tee Vee went back off. "Had to do it by the plug," she heard Mommy say.
"Better that than Kamala having to see any of that...that filth."
"On live television in the middle of the day, as well! The shame of it! Whoever those people were, they deserved a stern talking-to and more besides!"
"Agreed." Daddy removed his hands from her eyes, and Kamala looked up and smiled at him. "Found you!"
"That you did, Kamala."
She nodded, then frowned. "Daddy, I heard weird noises, what was wrong with the Tee Vee?"
"It..." Daddy exchanged a glance with Mommy. "A bad man and a bad lady were doing bad things that ought not to be done in public."
"What kind of things?"
"Things you won't be learning about any time soon if we have anything to say about it." He laughed. "Now come on, let's try out that cookie recipe your grandmother showed you last time, hm?"

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