La Petite Mort

by Carolyn Gregg

  "It's my fantasy,” Bria reminded him.

  "I understand that. And by all rights, that's what tonight is about. Very well, My Queen. How would you like to be fucked to death?"

  "With a sex machine. Specifically, a fucking machine,” she told him, damning his poker face. Either the man had heard it all and had managed to grow a very thick outer skin, or he was a master at shielding his emotions. Even his eyes remained caring and interested. “Do you know what a fucking machine is?” she asked, needing to fill the void in their conversation. She also took another swallow of cold mojo.

  "As a matter of fact, I do know what a fucking machine is,” he answered softly. “What I don't understand is why you prefer an unfeeling automaton over a real human being."

  "For that exact reason. A machine doesn't feel. It doesn't try to sweet talk you, or feed you lies and useless promises while it tries to get between your legs.” Okay, that sounded bitter, but she had no reason to hold back. Not now. Not this evening. She wasn't surprised to see Hercules nodding.

  "So you wish to end your life by extending your sexual pleasure to the point that your heart gives out. Or you give yourself a stroke. Or an aneurysm."

  She managed a weak smile. “At least it won't be painful.” Poor joke, but she wasn't about to apologize. “Well?"

  Instead of answering, Hercules took her by the elbow and began to lead her toward another open doorway. People continued to greet him, waving or calling out to him. One female dressed as a sexy vamp referred to him as Zel as she sashayed past. Bria glanced up, but Hercules didn't appear bothered by the woman's familiarity. She resisted the urge to call him by that name, but she satisfied herself by silently mouthing it to herself.

  They exited the buffet room to a smaller foyer containing a staircase. Hercules took her glass and placed it on a corner table.

  "Where are we going?” Bria asked as his hand slipped from her elbow to entwine his fingers with hers.

  He flashed her a warm smile. “To fulfill your fantasy."

  "Now?” Boy, they sure didn't waste any time, did they?

  He paused, one sandaled foot on the first stair step. “Is there any reason to delay the inevitable?"

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  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.

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  Chapter Six

  "Take off your clothes. I want to see you.” She glanced up at the gladiator kneeling over her. “You, too, buster. Drop the leather."

  Apparently it was what they had been waiting to hear. Quicker than she could fathom, all three men dropped their costumes and the little strips of cloth that had served as jock straps. At the sight of three fully extended cocks straining at the bit, it took everything she had not to reach out and grab one.

  Again, damn him, Cray appeared to read her mind. “Touching is allowed, My Queen. In fact ... anything you desire is yours to command."

  Bria didn't hesitate any further. Since BJ was the closest, she closed her fingers around the peach-velvet skin that covered his rigid, unbending member. Slowly she slid her hand up and down its length, staring unabashedly at how the skin seemed to flow over the surface, and how the pulsing veins stood out. Overhead, she heard him hiss at her touch.

  "My Queen, you have my permission to suck it if you so desire."

  Oh, geeze! As if she needed his permission!

  The tiny drop of moisture beading at the tip was too tempting to ignore. Bria licked it, tasting its salty sweetness. She lapped the enormous head as though it was an all-day sucker. Warm, totally intoxicating, and addicting, she tongued around the helmet until a movement at the corner of her eye caught her attention. The other two men were still standing where she'd left them, but both were now slowly stroking themselves in rhythm with her licks. No longer self-conscious, Bria pouted.

  "Ohh, poor babies. Feeling left out?"

  She gave them no chance to answer. Instead, she released BJ and moved to the other side of the tub. Clutching a quivering cock in each hand, she took turns gently licking and sucking on the tips, moving back and forth to give both men equal attention. Carefully nipping, then running her teeth lightly over their silky, hard warmth. They filled her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. And beneath her fingers she could sense them trying not to buck in response. Their velvety sacs rolled incredibly soft in her palms. It almost had to be torture for them, she realized. It was Hercules who finally touched her cheek to stop her.

  "My Queen. Your machine still awaits.” His voice was hoarse and his breathing ragged. Bria gave him an impish smile.

  She got to her feet to allow BJ to dry her off, noting he took special care to rub the soft towel across her genitals. The action was enough to keep her fire banked and the embers inside her pussy ready to burst into flame.

  Cray led her to the bed where he helped her lay on top of the satin coverlet, lifting her hair away from her face and head so it wouldn't be pulled as he placed a pillow underneath her neck. Hercules positioned her feet flat on the bed and lifted her knees, spreading her legs far enough apart to allow ample room for the dildo on the fucking machine to manipulate. BJ aimed the pistoning machine at her crotch.

  "My Queen."

  Cray's soft voice drew her attention away from the black object with its flesh-colored extension now poised a few inches away from her cunt. He had one knee on the covers. One hand held her wrist, and a length of pale green fabric was in his other hand.

  "For you to experience the machine's full pleasure, you must be restrained. You have the choice of us holding you down, or being tied to the posts. What is your decision?"

  Hercules hurried to reassure her. “Persephone, if at any time you wish to recant your wish to die by orgasm, you need only say the word and we will remove it immediately. Do you understand?"

  She nodded, perplexed by the sadness reflected on his face. Hey, it was her death, not his. Besides, these men hardly knew her. Why should they look so downhearted?

  "If I want to be tied up, will you still be nearby?"

  "Most definitely,” BJ answered.

  "And anything I ask you to do, you'll do it?"

  Hercules nodded. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, and she had to resist the urge to reach up and smooth it back.

  Taking a deep breath, Bria let it out in one quick, loud sigh. “Okay. Tie me up."

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  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.

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