En route to Vormir

Mantis rubbed her sore bottom, scowling to herself. She'd been spanked. And scrubbed. And made to have a... a very private moment, in front of a whole busload of tourists. And she still didn't even have any clothes on! This was turning out to be a very uncomfortable day. Almost like the whole universe was out to embarrass her as much as possible, for some strange reason she didn't fully understand.

Gingerly, she lowered her bottom into the chair. Valkyrie was at the controls of the starship, watching the stars zoom past as they soared through space. She could sense the other woman's irritation as she shifted in her seat, her own glowing posterior reminding her what had just happened. It had been a very thorough spanking.

"Nebula," Valkyrie barked. "You're sure these are the right co-ordinates?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Nebula had chosen to remain standing. Mantis couldn't blame her. "I know where Vormir is. I'm not an idiot. You think we'll find Vormir there?"

"It's a good place to start, anyway. And maybe we'll find these mystical shoes you're looking for. I still can't believe Tony Stark did all this."

"I will obliterate his soul!"

"Mmf," said Quill. Nebula shot him a dirty glare. Blindfolded, gagged and cocooned in layer upon layer of rope, he couldn't see it, but it was sharp enough that Mantis thought he might be able to feel it. Tied up as he was, he still seemed to be enjoying himself.

"I will obliterate your soul as well, Quill," she muttered. "Nobody gets away with seeing... that."

"Seeing you get spanked?" said Mantis, helpfully.

"Shut up."

"I was only asking."

"First we have to get to Vormir," said Valkyrie. "At least there won't be anybody there. It's meant to be an abandoned planet. Nobody there to see us... well, you know."

"Naked?"

"Shut up, Mantis!"

-

"I find myself strangely... altered," said the skull-faced figure, thoughtfully, as it hovered a few feet above the ground. "Like my purpose in the cosmos has... changed. Before, my task was to test your capacity for love. Now, I test for... a different emotion."

"Mmf," said Gamorra. She was bound, gagged and blindfolded, walking slowly along a knotted rope that stretched from one horizon to the other. Levitating clamps attached to her nipples, tugging her forward. She did not look happy.

"Yes," said the skull. "You are a proud woman, Gamorra. Which means you have a great capacity... for shame. You will be tested to your limits. It is my duty, you see."

"Mmmf!"

"But hark! What is that I sense? We have visitors!"