Make her a sex

Given her status as a hero in the past and a leader of one of the forces that threatened your rise to power, you relish the idea of turning the Valkyrie into a living fucktoy. You connect a leash to her collar and have her unshackled from the wall. The ankle cuffs open, but her collar merely disconnects from the wall. Her wrist shackles join before they're released, leaving them cuffed behind her back.

You tug her forward by the leash. She refuses to follow at first, but pulling harder you cause her to almost fall over. She keeps pace enough not to fall on her face as you lead her towards the center of the cell, with plenty of space for what you have in mind. First of all you decide to remove what's left of her magical armor. The scraps make metallic clanging as they fall to the floor, but with the suppression field nullifying the magic they're so brittle that they break apart from a light tug.

With what's left of her armor gone, you start tearing away the cloth that was underneath. The flimsy material tears as easily was wet paper as you start to strip her down. When you rip away part of the material covering her chest she turns away, trying to preserve some degree of dignity. It does nothing to protect what's left of her clothing, and even presents her arms for you to tear off the sleeves. As you start to reveal her below the waist however, she presses her legs together, allowing the scraps between her thighs to stay in place.

"Open your legs." You command, to which she shakes her head. You planned on disciplining her into her new role anyway, so you grab a paddle you had handy and tear off the clothing scraps still covering part of her ass before giving her a hard spank. She jumps with a squeal and then struggles not to topple over. When she's standing stably again her legs are quivering, but parted enough not to hold onto any more scraps of cloth.

When the last scraps of clothing are torn away, you start walking around to get the full view, but she turns back away. Your next move is for the paddle, though she turns again, keeping her back pointed at you.

"Stop turning." is your next command, but she continues to try to hide her front as you pace around her. You slap the paddle against her ass twice, making a fair bit of redness show. As you try to walk around in front again she seems to think she has the liberty of being clever in how she obeys and curls up, trying to hide herself against the floor.

You planned on having her on her knees eventually, so this isn't the worst way she could defy you. All the same, you still want a good look at her now that you've stripped her.

"Sit up." You tell her, giving her another chance to obey before you punish her again.

"No." She says, trembling a bit. She knows you'll insist, but she seems intent on hiding herself as long as she can. As you bring your paddle down on her already-abused bottom, she snaps upright. Perhaps she thinks obeying will stop you from using the paddle more, or maybe she's trying to cover her butt with her cuffed hands. Regardless, you continue to paddle her, now across the chest. She jerks one way than the other after each hit, giving each breast a direct hit.

She stays in position after the blows stop coming, finally giving you a chance to examine her bare body. She's pretty pale, seems she doesn't get out much without being in that armor. Her breasts are on the large side, and have a bit of noticeable sag to them. The pale teardrops have a little red where you smacked them, but it seems the tips are a deep red on their own, and a bit large at that. Her body is definitely on the soft side, though she's not fat enough to look unpleasantly so.

She looks nervously at you, but avoids making eye contact. Her eyes keep drifting towards the paddle.

"Well, I think we've already established who's in charge here and what disobedience gets you. Time to tell you what your job is. From now on, you're going to be a slut."

She shakes her head, but doesn't speak up.

"Let's make sure you heard me. What are you now? Say it!"

"No! Never!"

You raise your paddle, further punishing her chest. She curls up, seemingly forgetting how abused her ass is already. She sits up a little after you give it a solid smack. You give her another six hits, raining them over her stomach and thighs before laying the last over her reddened chest.

"Say it!" you command.

"N. . no. . ." she whimpers, seeming to doubt her own resolve. If she's even partway bothered to count she knows you've doubled the strikes each time she disobeyed your direct order. She might cave in after the sixteen paddlings she's just earned. It could be fun to find out, but you may prefer something easier on your arm.