La Petite Mort

Chapter Five

The blunt question stung. “No, I guess not.” Making a motion at the upper landing, Bria nervously giggled. “Don't tell me you have a fucking machine upstairs."

"Your wish is death by sex,” Hercules answered indirectly. “My job is to fulfill that wish to the best of my ability.” He gave her hand a tug, and Bria continued to follow him upstairs.

They passed the second story and started to continue upward toward the third story when Bria hesitated. At Hercules’ questioning glance, she looked back the way they had come. “How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this is all legitimate? I mean, how can I…?"

He shoved her against the wall and descended over her, claiming her mouth with his lips, her breasts with his hands, and her barely covered mound with a rock solid cock. Bria tried to scream against the man's invasion, but the sound was shoved back into her throat by a tongue that possessed her as thickly as she wanted him inside her.

His hips bucked, shoving the thick, rounded tip of his erection between her thighs. The sheer cotton toga prevented absolute penetration, but it wasn't enough to keep her from feeling the heat radiating from every inch of his immense hard-on.

His hands massaged her breasts. Long thumbs pinched, rolled, and teased her nipples against his index fingers. Squeezing them as his palms plumped her; pleasure sizzled into her core.

The scream drowned inside her, softening to a moan as Bria reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. Hercules released her breasts to grab her under the knees. With a breathy grunt, he lifted her thighs, spreading them as he still kept her against the wall, and shoved himself between her pussy lips.

For a moment they remained there, both of them panting lightly. Bria knew she encapsulated his engorged penis like a hot dog bun around a summer sausage. He wasn't inside her, but if he somehow managed to pull away the thin material and bury himself into her dripping quim, she wasn't about to complain or stop him. Her whole body was on fire; every inch of skin was frying from the inside out.

Vaguely she was aware of the man lowering his head next to hers. Warm lips touched her shoulder, softly kissing and licking, sending tremors all through her. “You'll get your wish tonight, My Queen,” his voice rumbled in her ear. “Far be it from me to try to convince you to allow yourself to be taken out of this world by a flesh and blood executioner, instead of one made of aluminum and silicon."

Carefully, he extricated himself from her before lowering her feet back to the floor. Bria sagged against him, suddenly unwilling to let him go, much less continue up the stairs.

"Persephone?"

She nodded in answer. Letting him take her hand, she allowed him to lead her up to the next floor.

At the landing he turned and stopped at the first door. A man dressed as a jungle god, complete with leopard print loincloth, answered three knocks. Only a loincloth. Bria stared in amazement at the wild man's thick, dark hair and blue eyes, then looked back at Hercules. The bared chest and thick neck, even the height was the same.

"Is he related to you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

"He's my brother. One of them. Let's go in."

As she expected, it was a bedroom-a large and airy one complete with a huge four-poster bed. Bria felt her feet glue to the floor when she caught sight of the contraption already sitting at the foot of the bed. Although she had never personally seen a fucking machine, she recognized it as being the real thing. It was no more than a small generator on tall, aluminum stilts, with an enormous fake dildo extending over the bed.

"It's called the Orgasmitron,” the jungle brother said.

"No kidding?” Where did one even buy one of these things? Do companies have them in catalogs? Or does it come in a kit, and have to be put together?

"Is everything ready?” Hercules asked.

"As much as we can be,” a third voice replied. From behind them stepped forward another man, an almost identical match to Hercules and the wild man, except his costume consisted of a brief leather skirt with matching cuffs around his wrists and a headband circling his forehead. If they weren't triplets…

"How many brothers do you have?"

"Hi. I'm Cray,” the jungle man introduced himself, holding out his hand. “In case you're counting, there's just the three of us."

The gladiator-garbed brother also offered to shake her hand. “Call me BJ."

"This is Persephone,” Hercules announced. “And, as you already know, her ultimate desire is to be fucked to death by the Orgasmitron."

"Shame,” BJ sighed loudly. “The queen of the underworld deserves better."

Bria was past the point of asking how the other two men knew her wish when she had only told the first brother, not to mention the fact that there was already a fucking machine on the premises, waiting for her. There were too many questions she wanted to ask, but she was afraid that if she started pressing for answers, she would chicken out of doing what she came here to do in the first place.

"My Queen?"

She glanced up to see BJ standing beside a large Japanese screen. He folded it back to reveal a tub filled with water that was still sending steam trails curling above the surface. As she stared at the tub, Hercules moved behind her and started to lift her gown away from her body.

"First, a soothing bath to prepare you,” he whispered, letting his hands glide down her arms. Slowly dropping the fabric draping over her arm, he placed tiny kisses on her skin, evoking a series of goose bumps from neck to shoulder. Bria closed her eyes to savor the gentleness as she felt her gown drift to the floor.

"My queen, you're truly an exquisite masterpiece of womanly flesh,” BJ sighed.

Her?

Bria opened her eyes to see the man gazing at her pubic area. A couple of leather flaps on his skirt were lifting at his reaction, and she had to stifle a giggle. These men were actually being turned on? By her? Inconsequential little Bria, the Grande Dame to three incredibly gorgeous men?

At the same time, Cray helped to remove her cuff and sandals and the tiny bit of thong that was now soaked with her juices. To her surprise, he lifted the triangle of white cotton to his nose and sniffed, giving her a sexy grin as she watched.

Hercules pressed himself against her buttocks to the point where she could feel his cock trying to burrow between her butt cheeks. Smiling, she gave his arm a playful slap. In reply, he lovingly pinched her nipples before helping her into the tub. The water was warm but not too hot, and it smelled wonderful.

"Jasmine?"

"Honeysuckle,” BJ answered.

Cray came around the front of the tub, until all three men surrounded her. It was BJ who dipped a sponge in the scented water and slowly began to rub it over her breasts, which protruded just above the surface. With BJ on her left, Cray in front, and Hercules to her right, she felt both on exhibit and worshiped. It was an odd combination that aroused her even further.

As if reading her mind, Cray grinned. It was becoming easier to tell them apart. They weren't identical, but the resemblance between the three was close enough.

"If there is anything our queen wishes, she needs only to ask."

BJ dipped the sponge further in the water until he reached between her legs.

Before she could grasp what he was doing, he'd slipped between her pussy lips and was nudging her clit with his finger while he stroked her with the sponge. Bria felt her breath hitch in her chest at the bloom of eroticism searing her inside.

Her reaction also affected them, and at that moment Bria decided she was no longer the doormat assistant she'd been for the past seven years. Tonight she was Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, blessed with the undivided attention of three perfect male specimens, to use as she wished.