by Skytower
Chapter 3. Goddess of Laundry
It's a very strange feeling to run around in a short costume with a shrunken girl stuffed into your cleavage. With every step Nora felt DynaGrrl's tiny feet dig into the sides of her breast, her little toes seeking some sort of foothold. Worst of all the costume wasn't made for Nora, it was made for Lynda Carter, who was at least 2 bra sizes larger than the reporter. Every few seconds she had to grab it and pull it up or the costume would have fallen off entirely.
"Halt." A stern voice called from behind them. Though stern the voice betrayed a little amusement.
"Don't stop!" Dyna shouted.
"I wasn't going to." Nora replied running even faster. Nora stood at 5 feet 7 inches with auburn hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a red bustier with a gold eagle on the front, blue satin tights with stars on them and a short blue skirt with stars on it. Red boots striped with gold, silver bracelets and a gold tiara with a star on it completed the Wonder Woman costume. But Nora was not Wonder Woman. She had put on the costume as a favor to one of her office workers, and now faced one of the most evil beings ever to have lived.
Wicked Wanda, the absolute ruler of the world Nora had been kidnapped too, appeared at the end of the corridor. Wanda stood taller than Nora, and her figure was full compared to the lithe reporter. Her hair was the color of molten lava and it framed a full, round face with cold blue eyes. She wore a red cape, thigh-high red boots and long red gloves. A halter top, open at the nipples to display two gold nipple rings with silver "W"s' barely controlled her ample breast while a transparent red skirt covered with precious stones gave tantalizing views of the dark triangle of her nether region. Wanda smiled and Nora skidded to a stop, falling down in her efforts to reverse course. She lay there for a moment as the evil ruler walked toward her, then began to scramble backwards.
"Hello Nora." Wanda said in a sweet voice.
Nora stumbled to her feet and half ran/half crawled back the way she had come. Wanda's laughter followed her.
"Isn't there anyway out of here?" Nora exclaimed.
"The place has changed since she shrunk me." Dyna said. "There used to be a teleport station up ahead to the right. Once we're out I think I can find the resistance."
"You think?"
"It's been a while, but I'm pretty sure they still exist."
"Oh great. Where does the teleport lead to?"
"I don't know."
"Nora!" Wanda called.
"As long as it's out of here I don't care!" Nora said, driving her self to run even faster.
Wanda leaned back in her bed as the slaves fanned her. In all the years of
her career as a tyrant she had seldom had as much fun. Poor Nora was so
completely out of her dept, yet so totally unaware of it. Adding the shrunken
Dynagrrl to the picture was like putting the cherry on top of a sundae.
This much was true, outside her palace the world was in chaos with petty
warlords and mystics carving out and ruling kingdoms. Wars were constant,
suffering abounded, but all of it was under Wicked Wanda's control. She made
sure none of the kings became to powerfull, none of the mystics too dangerous.
It had been more than a generation since any serious threat to her rule.
All knew her. All feared her. Witch was why the reporter was such a treat.
Nora had no idea just how hopeless her situation was. Wanda looked forward
to the moment when the reporter found out.
The teleport station looked like a phone booth. It was a rectangular box
ten feet high and 5 feet wide. A small panel held a series of numbers, letter
and symbols. All of them were in Chinese.
"Why Chinese?" Nora hissed.
"I don¹t know." Dyna said.
"Nora." The word came softly, followed by Wanda's heels clicking on the marble
floor.
"Push a few!" Dyna shouted. "What have we got to
loose?"
Closing her eyes Nora started hitting the buttons on the panel. There was
a slight hum, her body felt cool, then warm and her ears popped. The smell
of damp clothing filled her nostrils, and the temperature seemed to go up
30 degrees. Nora opened her eyes and beheld a line of sheets, a very long
line. There were hundreds of them, on hundreds of lines. Not only sheets
but pants, shirts, towels, underwear, everything made of fabric that could
be washed was in the chamber. They stretched into a mist of steam and vanished,
fading into shadowy forms that seemed almost alive. A woman stood in front
of a tub of hot soapy water. She was tall, full bodied with wide hips, breast
and shoulders. Strands of black hair permanently frizzed from the heat escaped
from the ponytail she wore and crept across her face, sticking to her sweat.
She wore a worn out T-shirt that was transparent in the humid weather, revealing
dark nipples on her large breast. As Nora and Dyna watched the woman wrung
out a pair of pants and hung them on the line. After a moment the line moved
on and she picked up another pair from a pile and pushed it into the water.
"Sif?" Dyna asked, her voice betraying horror and amazement.
The woman looked up revealing a time worn face that was beyond pain or fatigue.
A lit cigarette dangled from her mouth and dull blue eyes looked at them.
"Hello." She said, taking a puff from the cigarette. She smiled, though the
gesture had neither warmth nor welcome in it. It was as if her face was
remembering a time when such things were commonplace. The smile revealed
teeth yellowed from years of smoking.
"Sif what happened to you?" Dyna asked.
Nora took a few steps foreword, but kept silent.
"Got a new job." Sif said. "Goddess of Laundry."
"What? What about the other gods?"
"Dead." Sif said, lighting another cigarette.
"How?" Dyna asked.
"Maybe we should be going." Nora said, edging toward the teleport booth.
"We have to find out Nora." Dyna insisted. "It might
be the key to defeating Wicked Wanda."
"Defeat? I just want to get home."
"Well we can't send you home until we defeat her. Besides she's probably
back in the corridor waiting for us."
"Oh yea." Nora said, walking over to a bench that sat on the other side of
the washtub. She sat down and pulled Dynagrrl out of her cleavage, setting
her down on the bench.
Sif sat slumped down on a pile of sheets and seemed to become one with them.
Her T-shirt road up a little and Nora realized that the T-shirt was the only
thing she was wearing. Embarrassed Nora looked away.
"I will tell you." Sif said. "Twil do neither of us any good, the Wicked
One will defeat you in the end, as she defeated us all." There was no anger
or despair in her voice, merely the acknowledgement of a fact, as if she
was claiming the sun would rise in the morning. "The gods were dying." Sif
said. "We gained our nourishment from the Golden Apples, and unknown to us
for years they had been poisoned. The wicked one knew us, aye and knew us
well. She knew that to immortals perils are often overlooked until too late.
The more of her poison that worked it's way into our bodies the more of it
we seemed to want. Suddenly madness claimed our minds, and the gods of Asguard
ate as we had never eaten before. We ate the apples, yea we ate the very
trees and the soil they grew in. But as fast as we ate still it was not enough,
so we sought aid from the Olympian gods, but they were afflicted as we. Their
ambrosia poisoned. The gods warred with each other, and I fled as Zeus and
Odin died with their arms locked about each other's throats."
She paused to take another drag of the cigarette.
"What about Thor?" Dyna asked.
A spark of hatred gleamed in Sif's eye for a moment only to fade.
"It 'twas he who poisoned the apples. The Wicked One seduced him, rent his
soul with games of dark sexual perversion." What might have been a tear appeared
at the corner of one eye, but the goddess blinked and it was gone.
"I found them in bed, nay to my horror she was dressed as he, he was dressed
as Loki, tied to the bed while she spanked him as if he was an infant. In
my rage I battled her, smashing her body against walls, tearing her limbs
from her. Yet each time I had but to blink and she stood as newly come to
fight. For days and days I battled her."
Sif paused and lit another cigarette. Nora watched as she spoke, trying to
picture this wretch as a proud goddess fighting Wicked Wanda. She failed.
Sif was tall, broad, but her body was loose, her arms flabby and she had
a little potbelly.
"At last my strength waned and she attacked. She tore the sword from my hands
and used it on myself, slicing away my garments. I fought as I could, but
her blows were too savage, too relentless. At last when I could no longer
lift my arms to defend myself she broke my sword over her knee. Then she
showed me visions of my fellow gods crumbling to dust. I wept, but I had
yet to know true tears."
"Didn't anyone help you?" Nora asked.
"No." Sif said. "The hero's were gone by the time Wanda moved against the
gods, and the people feared her too much. Yea, some even cheered. She took
me by my hair and dragged me through the city streets, pausing now and again
to batter my body. My godly powers were gone by then, her poison had done
its work. Though immortal I was far less than mortal."
She lit another cigarette, tossing the but of the finished one into the wash
tub.
"She dragged me into central park and cast me to the ground. A crowd had
followed us through the city, and she called to one of the men. He was the
first to have me that day, but not the last. I lost count of them all, men,
women, young and old, one at a time or many at once. I who had been a goddess
was less than a whore to them."
"My god." Nora whispered.
"Aye, I cried to him for help, to any and all for help, promising gifts that
were mine to give and gifts that were far beyond me. It did me no good. Sunsets
brought torches and more men and women, and sunrise brought even more of
them. At some point Wanda left and returned with Thor. While I was being
taken she ordered him to make love to her, ordering one of the crowd to hold
my head so I must see it. To force open mine eyes so I did see the extent
of his abasement. I called to Thor for help. Time and again I called. But
she had but to whisper a word and he cringed and ignored me."
"Thor and Hercules?" Dyna whispered and Nora caught an almost
wistfull tone in the shrunken heroines voice.
"Then she did reveal how she had beaten me. I had not been fighting her,
but robots created by that thrice damned gnome of hers."
"Skytower." Dyna said.
"Aye. But mine torment had not even begun." Again Sif took refuge in the
cigarette, taking the smoke into her lungs and holding it there, before letting
it out. "While I lay there helpless, sobbing, begging Thor for aid, begging
Hela for Death, Wicked Wanda came to me. She forced me to drink a vile tasting
potion. Then she commanded Thor to take me, not as a God might take a Goddess,
not even as a man might take a woman, but as a dog might take a bitch. Even
that was only the beginning of my torments. Within a year I bore him a child,
a girl." For a moment a hint of a smile thought of crossing the former Goddesses
face, but it quickly faded. "She took her from me, allowing me not even time
to give her suck at my breast. Instead Wanda attached me to another of her
gnomes infernal machines." Sif clutched her breast, for the first time allowing
herself to feel pain at the memory. "For weeks I was milked by the machine
as a cow might have been. Then, when my milk was gone, Wanda again brought
Thor to me, again forced me to drink her vile potion."
"She took another child?" Nora asked, her voice trembling.
"She has taken them all." Sif said. "At the first I wept, at the hundredth
I sobbed, I lost count and tears long ago." Sif paused and lit another cigarette.
"She litteraly keeps you barefoot and pregnant." Nora whispered.
"She can wring no more tears from me." Sif declared. "All of the men she
has matched me with, aye, men, women, creatures of darkness and demons, they
have taken all my tears."
"Yes, you have turned into a boring hag haven't you." Wanda said, appearing
in the room. Behind her was a tall thin man with haunted blue eyes and long
black hair. The bottom part of his face was covered with a tight black leather
gag. He stood naked and many scars covered his body.
"Don't run Nora." Wanda said, "it's getting old."
Nora stayed where she was though Dyna slowly crept back and crawled under
a pile of laundry.
"Another child of Loki?" Sif asked, taking another drag from her cigarette.
She lay back on a pile of laundry and opened her legs. "Come and be done
with it then."
"Maybe." Wanda said, walking over to the fallen goddess. Reaching down she
grabbed the neck of Sif's shirt and tore the front of it off. Sif stood there,
barely acknowledging that she was now naked.
Nora could only stare at the casual cruelty and the way it was being accepted.
Sif's breasts were large, but they sagged and there were many scars on her
stomach. Nora suddenly realized they weren't scars, but stretch marks. How
many children had the woman born?
"Maybe not." Wanda said, giving Sif's breast a slap. The breast actually
rippled, then sagged. "You see Sif I have a little game for you and Loki
to play. He has 1 day to get you pregnant." She handed the man a small bottle
with a pink liquid inside it. "If he does he wins, but if you stop him, you
win."
"What do I win?" Sif asked. "What could you offer me now?"
"Death."
For the first time Nora saw hope flare in the eyes of the fallen goddess.
"You will allow me Hera's dark embrace?" Sif asked.
"You or him, whoever wins."
"That's horrible." Nora said before Sif could reply. "Look at her, She can't
hold him back for a whole day!"
"Perhaps your right." Wanda said. "12 hours then."
"12 hours." Sif said, looking at Loki. He was looking at her with nearly
insane desire and lust. Low grunts came from his body. "Thank you." She said
to Nora.
"In fact lets make it even more interesting." Wanda said, an evil smile lighting
her face. "6 hours."
"Oh merciful gods yes." Sif gasped.
"IF." Wanda said.
For a few moments no one said anything, then Nora spoke.
"If what?"
"If Dear Nora, you agree to this: if Loki wins Sif will not be the only one
to bear his child."
"You mean" Nora trailed off, her voice dying at the smile on Wanda's face.
"Yes. If Sif looses, you and her get to be part of a threesome with Loki.
And bear his children. If you agree."
"I" Nora paled and a look of uncertain terror came into her eyes.
Come dear girl, Wicked Wanda thought. Tell me what you are made
of.
"Please." Sif begged, rushing over to Nora. "I know naught of you save that
you listened to me, be you an angel or devil please aid me!"
Nora only stuttered in reply and it was all Wanda could do not to laugh.
Sif had once boasted that no god would ever beg, but then Sif had once boasted
many things. It had been a true joy for Wanda to reduce the goddess to this.
"I can give you" Sif said, then she must have realized that she had nothing
to give. "I can give you nothing." She dropped to her knees and hugged Nora's
legs. "Nay, that is not true, I can give you pleasure, great pleasure"
"Please." Nora said, trying to pull away. "You don't need, I mean"
"Choose Nora." Wanda commanded.
"Four hours." Nora said, tearing herself away from Sif.
"Four hours? We must be fair. Five hours."
"Four and a half?" Nora asked with such a look of desperation that Wanda
did burst out laughing.
"Four hours, thirty minutes and 30 seconds." Wanda said. "If Sif can keep
Loki from her body for that amount of time I will let her choose her own
death, and Loki's final fate. If she looses then you and Sif will be Loki's
private harem until I say otherwise. They can start fighting after we leave."
"Thank you." Sif said, hugging Nora's ankles she kissed the reporters boots.
"Oh Thank you."
"Stand up Sif." Wanda snapped.
Sif quickly stood up and retreated to the other side of her wash tub, keeping
an eye on Loki. He leered at her and Nora and flexed his muscles.
"Now." Wanda said, reaching into the pile of laundry and pulling out Dynagrrl.
She held the diminutive heroine upside-down by one leg and swung Dyna gently
back and forth. "What am I to do with you?"
"Let me go!" Dyna screeched, her arms and legs flailing about
it terror.
"Very well." Wanda said, and dropped her.
Dyna screamed as the ground came up to meet her and was only saved by Nora's
leaping and catching her.
"Well done Nora." Wanda said, laughing. She may not have the powers,
the tyrant thought, but she has the spirit of a heroine. Such a delicious
wine for me to drink.
Slowly Nora stood up, holding a shivering Dynagrrl to her chest. Wanda started
to walk toward them and Nora backed up.
"You know Nora, I think I have a job for you and Little D." Wanda said.
"Something to keep you occupied while Sif and Loki battle."
"What sort of job?" Nora asked, realizing that she had backed into a wall.
Wicked Wanda started to laugh and Nora felt her body start to dissolve. In
terror she looked down as her legs turned to mist. Unable to move she watched
as her body dissolved and Wicked Wanda laughter filled her soul.
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"When all in the crowd had their fill of me Wanda at last revealed how the
apples and ambrosia had been poisoned. For years she had been slowly gaining
control of Thor and Hercules, and through them she had spread the poison.
She called to Hercules and had him kneel and kiss her feet. Then she had
Thor and Hercules make love while the crowd watched and jeered."
To be continued.