La Petite Mort

Chapter Seven

The material they used was soft and non-abrasive. Her wrists was looped firmly to the posts, but not actually tied. Bria noted that the material would keep her from jerking her arms down to touch the machine and inadvertently injuring herself. But if she took the time to unravel the restraints, she could slip out of them without much difficulty.

However they didn't tie down her ankles. Instead, Hercules held on to her right leg with one warm hand; Cray held her left.

"Ready, My Queen?” BJ inquired.

She nodded, closing her eyes so she couldn't see the whirring dildo as it descended toward her pussy. As it barely touched her outer lips with its mad, buzzing sound, she could tell someone had gone to the trouble to warm its surface. The head pushed forward like a battering ram while simultaneously rolling. In the back of her mind, the little devil wryly observed that rollercoasters didn't have as many moves.

The sound made by the fucking machine was loud and irritating. If she was alone with it, she would have worried about someone hearing it. Maybe they would think it was a hair blower? Or a really loud shaver?

This isn't working, her inner voice told her. When she should be relaxing and enjoying the ride, all she could think about were the three studs standing over her with their fire hydrants ready to gush. She peeked between her lashes. Yep. Their eyes were on the machine as it began to bury its faux head into her. Their own breathing grew more agitated; their cocks slowly wobbled up and down, but remained steadfastly horizontal. All three men were becoming increasingly aroused, yet their hold on her ankles was gentle.

What the hell was she thinking?

"Stop!"

BJ immediately switched off the machine and pulled it back. Bria looked up to see Cray giving her a questioning stare.

"You said I could ask for anything, right? Anything at all?"

A smile creased his full lips and he dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Whatever our queen requires."

She glanced over at Hercules who released her ankle. BJ shoved the machine against the opposite wall and came back to the foot of the bed. Bria let her eyes slide down to his manhood, then licked her lips. The cock seemed to spring to life.

"I want you,” she whispered, lifting her face to stare up into his eyes. Swiveling her head to look at the other two men, she added, “All three of you. Pleasure me. Let me die the way I wish, but in the arms of someone warm and alive and caring. I want the three of you to fuck me to death."

"Whatever our queen desires,” Hercules murmured as he descended over her. His mouth took hers, reaching deep into her soul with his kiss. In it she could swear she felt his relief and gratitude, as though she had finally voiced their own deepest desire.

Unable to do anything, Bria melted under his lips as someone released her wrists from their bindings, allowing her to slip her arms around his neck. Powerful arms encircled her back and waist where his hands tenderly cradled her. His tongue gently swiped her teeth, then played a tangle tango with her own. At some point she realized he was lifting her, raising and moving her across the bed as he lowered himself onto the mattress with his head at the foot.

Once her center of gravity shifted and she knew she was on top instead of on the bottom, Bria pulled back slightly to stare down at him. His hands continued to hold her, balancing her above him as if she weighed nothing. Seeing her look of surprise, Hercules grinned. She grinned back. “Now what?” she asked.

"Now… we get to pleasure you as we've been wanting to do from the moment we first saw you,” he whispered, and slowly began to lower her over him. Before she could ask him how he planned to do that, the head of his rigid cock was nestled within her pussy folds. Bria gasped, and the pole slid in a little further.