by Kitty Thomas
“Are you afraid?”
She looked down at the table. “Yes, Master.”
He pressed a hand against her cheek, and she immediately calmed and leaned into it, still convinced he was doing some magic thing when he touched her. She hadn’t remembered feeling this way when he’d grabbed her as he’d taken her from the city.
If his touch had elicited this response back then, she never could have brought herself to fight him, no matter how much her rational mind might have screamed at her to.
“I’ll be right back.”
Hades left the room for a few minutes. If he had been gone any longer, she might have started to panic, but he returned well before she could start worrying about isolation and bondage.
And he brought company.
Persephone’s eyes widened upon seeing two additional people led into the room—a man and a woman. It was one thing for a guard to catch a quick glance as she’d walked down the hall with Hades; it was another for her legs to be spread so wide and her hands tied behind her back thrusting her breasts forward for these two strangers to look at… or reach out and touch. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Persephone,” Hades said. “I want you to watch them.”
The man and woman moved to the far end of the room. Both of them were naked and so utterly perfect. The woman was small, much like Persephone, with dark auburn hair that went halfway down her back. The man was tall and large with dark hair like Hades. He was all hard, solid planes of muscle against her slim yielding softness.
The woman got on her hands and knees on the floor, and the man moved in behind her. His erection was thick and ready. He looked far too large for the woman he was about to take pleasure in. And yet Persephone couldn’t bring herself to look away as he impaled her, and the woman let out a sharp gasp.
At first it was merely fascinating, like watching a nature show.
Hades came closer to Persephone. His hand moved underneath her hair and trailed over the back of her neck, stroking small soothing circles. His voice was low when he spoke. “Watch the animal way he takes her. Watch the sweet way she submits to him and accepts each inch as he penetrates her.”
There was no need for Hades to narrate, but the silky smoothness of his words caused a light throbbing to begin between Persephone’s legs. Without at first realizing what she was doing, she started to move back and forth against the leather.
“She belongs to him, just like you belong to me. This is exactly how it should be,” Hades whispered, his hand still stroking the back of Persephone’s neck.
The woman moaned as the man began rubbing between her legs as he continued to fuck her from behind. After a few moments, the man let out a sound like a roar and came, gripping the woman’s hips hard, leaving red marks that would later bruise.
He pulled out of her and flipped her hard onto her back. Her eyes were so glazed with lust that if it hurt, she wouldn’t feel it for a while.
“Spread her legs wide for us,” Hades said. “We want to see everything.”
The man spread her open so that Persephone had a good clear view between the woman’s thighs. She was wet, and her sex was swollen from the stimulation—like a flower blooming in the heat of a summer day.
Her hips moved as his fingers slid easily over the damp, swollen flesh. Persephone’s hips moved as well, against the leather, wishing Hades, or even that man, was touching her like that. She wanted to feel what the woman was feeling. She wanted to completely give herself over to whatever this was.
Time held no meaning as she watched the woman on the ground being touched. The woman didn’t seem to care that she was putting on a show for Persephone and Hades. All she cared about was her orgasm.
The man pressed his fingers harder against her, while the fingers of the other hand dipped inside her and began pumping like his cock had moments ago when she’d been on her knees. Just as then, she happily received every stroking sensation he offered her.
After a few moments, the build up exploded out of her, and she came bucking and screaming, arching up off the stone floor. Her whole body was flushed pink, and she trembled as she rode the wave of pleasure. Then she was still, and he was still, the two of them cuddled together on the ground.
“You may go,” Hades said.
The man and woman didn’t look like they were nearly done with each other, but they obeyed the god’s command and left the room.
Hades turned to Persephone. “How do you feel?”
She felt warm, tingly, scared, excited. Like she needed to be touched. But all these thoughts came at her at once so that she couldn’t pick one out or find a way to explain it even though the words had seemed ready inside her mind only moments before.
Her nipples felt tight and erect, and the leather had grown damp between her legs as her arousal had intensified.
“If I decided to fuck you right now, how would you feel?”
Her breath caught. Words didn’t want to come out. The only thing that managed to make its way out of her throat was a small whimper.
“Are you ready to beg me for it like a good girl?”
She did feel something happening. Something strange and wonderful, but she wasn’t quite ready to be that wanton yet. She didn’t think she could beg him to take her.
“I didn’t think so. No matter. I have plenty more to make that sweet little body ready for me.”
Hades waved an arm and long white sheets fluttered down from the ceiling, closing her in on all sides like a fabric box. He remained on the other side where she could only see his shadow.
Moments later, images flashed on the fabric like a movie. There was a close-up of a naked man, his cock hard and ready. And then a woman on her knees in front of him opening her mouth to take his large erection between her lips. The other sheets of fabric had other similarly sexual images until all Persephone could see was a tangle of bodies rubbing and touching and sucking and fucking.
It wasn’t just images. There was sound. Moaning. Heavy breathing. Begging. “Please, Master, harder. Your filthy little whore needs to come.” Deep masculine chuckles of amusement followed.
An intoxicating scent like cinnamon candy filled the air, and Persephone realized it was some sort of flavored body cream one of the men was using on a woman’s nipples. He sucked them into his mouth as she writhed against him.
The orgy seemed to go on for hours. No one got tired or slowed down in their driving need to chase orgasm after orgasm. No amount of pleasure was ever enough for them to consider stopping. The smells and sounds and visuals were sending Persephone into a frenzy. The leather bench began to feel so slippery beneath her that if she weren’t tied down, she might slide off.
She struggled in her bonds. The ropes chafed at her wrists. She’d rubbed and rubbed herself against the leather, but she needed more. She needed her hands free.
“Master, please!” She couldn’t believe how loud and desperate her own voice had sounded.
The orgy stopped, and they all seemed to... look at her? Wasn’t it just a video? Were they real? Could they see her? It hadn’t occurred to her for one moment that they could see her as well as she could see them. And even if they could, they’d only been interested in fulfilling their own lusts with each other, unconcerned with any nearby voyeurs.
Before she could question the reality of what she’d seen any further, the images, smells, and sounds all disappeared. The fabric was suddenly just fabric, and it was pulled back up into the ceiling again, leaving only Hades standing in front of her, his eyes glowing with pure lust.
“Are you ready to be touched now?” he asked.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Beg me. Pleasure has a price here. Usually the price is small. A little begging. A little degradation. Some small bit of supplication for my amusement. It’s nothing you won’t happily give me.”
“Master, please touch me,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He moved in closer and pressed his hand against the side of her cheek. She leaned
into his touch.
“Like this?” he teased.
“N-no… please. I need...”
“I know exactly what you need. You need to be a good little slut for me, don’t you?”
If anyone else had spoken to her that way she would have been horrified. She would have been horrified if Hades had done it a few hours ago, but she was so desperate for him to put his hands on her that he could say anything he wanted. He could order anything, and she would obey him. Not out of fear but out of the complete clawing need that ached from between her thighs.
“Please, Master.”
“So you’ll be a good little slut for me?”
“Yes… yes, I’ll do anything.” She squirmed on the leather, trying to pleasure herself but she knew it would never be as good as him touching her.
“You’ll do anything I ask?”
“Yes.”
“In front of anyone?”
“Yes.”
“With anyone?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”
He leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, causing a thrill to shoot down her spine.
Then he untied her. Her legs ached as she unfolded and stretched them. Hades rubbed the soreness out of her arms and wrists and softly kissed the places where the ropes had chafed her. He moved the bench out of the way and climbed on top of the table with her, stripping his own clothing off as he went.
He was as beautiful without clothes as he was with them. He was all dark broad shoulders and finely chiseled muscle. Between his legs was the most perfect piece of male flesh she could have imagined, but he was so large it frightened her a little. She was sure he couldn’t possibly fit without ripping her apart. Even so, she was more afraid of him not touching her, of leaving her in this needy unfulfilled state forever.
Hades pressed her back so that she lay on top of the pile of pillows and blankets looking up at him.
His eyes had taken on that terrifying glow again. “Hold onto either end of the table. If you move your hands, I’ll stop.”
Persephone gripped the edges of the leather table while Hades spread her legs wider, an evil smile lighting his face. She knew she was all his now. There was no part of her that could have resisted him.
Despite how long they’d been there, and despite how aroused he clearly was, he was in no hurry. He seemed to find as much pleasure in dragging out her torment as he found in the sex act itself. Otherwise he would already be inside her.
His dark hand closed around her pale throat. “Who do you belong to?”
Her breath hitched.
“Y-you, Master.”
He loosened his grip and began to gently stroke her breasts and her belly. One hand lingered for what felt like forever on her hip.
“Please,” she whimpered arching her hips up.
His hand moved with aching slowness between her legs. “Is this what you need, Sunshine?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
He stroked her gently for an endless span of time. Whenever she felt she was getting close to something, he would pull back, slow down, stop altogether until she begged him some more. He dragged it out, pushing each of her nerve endings to the breaking point.
“Please. Harder.”
But instead of touching her harder with his fingers, he moved his head between her legs and started to lick over her swollen bud. He held her firmly in place while he took his time devouring her. She felt herself open further as his fingers pushed inside.
“Come,” he ordered.
She gripped the sides of the table, as if it were the only thing that would anchor her, and then something that had been clenched tightly inside her released, allowing waves of pleasure to crest over her. Hades refused to let her go until he’d forced her to accept the full overwhelming severity of her orgasm.
Her grip on the table loosened while her breath struggled to go back to something like normal.
“How will you repay me for this pleasure,” Hades asked, the wicked edge back in his voice.
“What do you want?” Her heart still fluttered wildly in her chest.
“Your innocence, of course,” he said.
Persephone was pretty sure that was gone. But she knew what he meant. He wanted to take her virginity now.
“I want you on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind.”
Something clenched low in her gut as she remembered watching the stranger fuck the woman that way and the things Hades had said about it, how animal it was, how right it was for her to submit to him so sweetly. And she knew he wanted that same surrender from her.
Persephone moved onto her hands and knees, opening her legs for him.
“Good girl,” Hades whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry, but this will hurt.”
She had known it would. Obviously.
Then he added, “But it’s the kind of pain you’d beg me to give you again, so savor it. It only happens once.”
He thrust into her, and it did hurt as promised—a sharp ripping pain that seemed for the smallest moment like the end of the world. She felt something break inside, but it didn’t feel so much like an injury as an initiation. He remained still inside her for several seconds until the pain eased away, and then he began to move.
His thickness filled and stretched her to an impossible degree, but it felt right and complete.
She hadn’t expected another orgasm. She wasn’t sure she was even capable of it right now, but as he drove into her, Persephone felt another kind of pleasure and pressure building. This time it came from deeper inside her. It was so deep that she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. It seemed too big for her, too scary to hold onto.
But then Hades leaned in closer to her. “Just ride it with me,” he said.
He held her flush against him as he fucked her harder. This time when the wave built, she couldn’t have resisted it if she tried. He let out a deep guttural sound as he came, and then she did with a sound nearly as primal as his own.
Hades pulled out of her and took her unresisting body into his arms. They lay like that together for a long time in total silence, her head resting against his chest as his heart beat steadily against her cheek.
***
Hades had all but discarded the original plan. Why should he make Persephone suffer for her father’s sins? He could make Zeus suffer fine by keeping her down here, just by corrupting her innocence. And there were so many delicious avenues of corruption for someone who’d been kept as pure and untouched as his Persephone.
She thought her innocence was gone? Hardly. She was still so sweet and untainted by darkness, but he would fix that. She would become his perfect creature of the dark. He could taste it on her. Feel it. Smell it. Yes, corrupting her was much better. He could torment her, and he could make her love every second of it.
Things were awakening inside her already. Everything Zeus had spent thousands of years trying to stop, the innocence he’d painstakingly worked to preserve… it had all come apart in a matter of hours. All it had taken was for a dark god to touch her, and all the dirty temptations and desires came bubbling to the surface.
A woman’s voice broke the silence of the room. “My Lord, what about this fabric?”
Hades looked up. He’d been so lost in his schemes he’d forgotten what they were doing. Persephone stood nude like a statue on a pedestal in the center of the downstairs parlor. The moonlight shone in through giant picture windows, illuminating her pale perfect skin.
She was so unbelievably beautiful. How could he deserve this creature? The fates must have seen the unfairness of the way the powers were split. She soothed every discontent. All he wanted was to be inside her forever.
“No. I want something more sheer.” He wanted to show her off.
The woman nodded. “Yes, I’ve got something, I think.”
He’d sent for a dressmaker to take Persephone’s measurements and create something for her to wear to the party. She had already grown comfortable inside h
er own naked skin. She’d be fine here; already she was adapting so well.
The dressmaker stretched a glistening sheer silver fabric across Persephone’s breasts. “How about this?”
Her dark pink nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Not an inch of her would be hidden.
“Perfect. Can you have it ready in time?”
“Yes. It will be no problem, My Lord.”
The dressmaker rolled the slinky glistening fabric back onto the bolt. Her fingertips brushed across Persephone’s breast. Hades wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but Persephone leaned almost unconsciously into the touch, then caught herself—and Hades watching with interest—and blushed.
The woman left them then.
When they were alone, Hades said, “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. You may have all the carnal delights you want down here. I will withhold nothing from you and no one. In fact, I would enjoy watching you being enjoyed by others.”
Her face went an even darker shade of pink, and she looked down, crossing her arms over her chest as if she could hide anything from his gaze.
“Would you like to play with some of my guests at the party?”
“I-I don’t know,” she said. But the flush moved into her breasts, and he could see her breathing deepen and the pulse jumping rapidly in her throat.
He moved closer and pressed his hand between her thighs. Warm, wet. So ready for anything. “Well, you just let me know. I would be happy to accommodate any desires you develop here. Just remember, Sunshine, there is no shame in the underworld. Only pleasure.”
He was already completely lost. He couldn’t bring himself to keep her in a cage or chop off parts or spend all his time terrifying or starving her. He thought he would want those things to appease his wrath and the suffering of nearly a thousand years. But he found all he wanted was to spend every moment teaching her body how to please him. And then rewarding her for her good efforts.
Hades watched with some amusement as Persephone’s face contorted in pleasure, then confusion, and finally a little distress.
