by Amelia Wilde
I sat back, disappointed. I didn’t want to be the pesky little sister tagging along. I wanted there to be more.
There’s this abandoned ski jump ten minutes from our farm, a creaky wooden thing built in the 1960s. It’s so tall, you can see its dark bones cragging up into the horizon for miles around, beckoning you, daring you with its insane height and rickety thrills.
When you drive over there and sneak up to it, you find a chain-link fence around it and No Trespassing signs all over, but it’s easy enough to break in, easy enough to climb up it with your skis strapped to your back; you just have to take care to avoid the rotten rungs. Adrenaline and excitement build with every step, and then you’re standing on top and there’s nothing like it. You can see for miles round, and then you look down at the impossible downward angle, which tips up at the very end, designed to send you up into the air. Standing up there before you push off is like the edge of ecstasy, like the still point at the tip-top of a roller coaster, and you know that you’ll go.
Or more, you know that it will take you. That there will be a point of no return.
It’s the most indescribable rush.
That’s how I felt with the bank robbers—like I was standing on the edge of something wonderful. I didn't want to take off my skis and strap them to my back and climb back down.
“I have a question.” I swallowed. “Why don’t the mysterious rules apply to me? You said I was in. Shouldn’t the rules apply to me as well as you guys?”
More silence.
Thor said, “Look, they’re stupid rules we had once when our gang was different.”
“It’s important to me to play by the rules,” I said, mouth going dry.
“You don’t understand,” Thor said.
Odin made a derisive sound and turned around in his seat so that he faced back, staring right into my eyes. I couldn’t begin to guess his background—Middle Eastern, Greek, North African. But let’s just say he could slap on all the scars and moles and dead teeth from that box and still be hot.
“What?” I said, fighting the hypnotic effect of his gaze.
“Forget the rules,” Zeus said from the driver’s seat. “That’s what. She’s not playing.”
Odin said, “She took a god name. She wants in. She already guessed what the rules are, or at least their nature.” He paused, letting that sink in. It was unnerving that he was talking about me while looking at me.
Telling my secrets.
And also, I loved it.
I loved the out of control-ness of it. Like I was giving over to something powerful, something larger than me, the way I do on the ski jump.
My skin felt tight.
Odin said, “I’d say she has a pretty good fucking-g idea what the rules are.”
My heart raced. “Is that so?”
“Very much so,” Odin said. “And you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I swallowed. What was this man doing to me? I wouldn’t want it any other way. I crossed my legs, suddenly aware of the tickly energy there.
Odin raised his dark brows, as though my crossing my legs provided proof of his rightness. I loved the way he talked, the way he knew things, and I wanted him to say more.
Coyly, I said, “Well, I’d certainly like to know what the rules are, and to evaluate them for myself.”
I felt like I was starting a strange, sexy dance, and that somewhere deep inside I knew the steps.
Zeus eyed me in the rearview mirror, all stern, bullish power. I felt Thor’s eyes on me, too.
I felt the heat that seemed to radiate off of him.
I felt my nipples draw tight—so tight that they felt like they might punch right through my flimsy top. I wanted to touch my nipples.
But even more, I wanted the bank robbers to touch them.
“Well?” I felt like I might start panting at any second. “It seems customary,” I said in my bank teller voice, “that those who create rules would inform others of them instead of asking them to guess.”
“Yes, that would be customary,” Odin said darkly. “You really want to know? The rules of the game?”
“Yes, please,” my straining nipples and I said.
“The game,” Odin began, “is that we’re depraved, sex-crazed bandits.”
I bit my lip and nodded. So far, so good.
“The rules are quite simple,” Odin continued. “Firstly, you must have sex with all of us at different times and in different combinations.”
My pulse fluttered. “That’s firstly?” Because it seemed like the kind of rule you work up to.
“Yes, Isis,” Odin said. “Firstly.”
I imagined being pressed between them. I imagined their hands and mouths on me. He waited. Even Odin’s silence was a little bit evil. “And what might be secondly?” I asked.
“That we get to tie you up. Etcetera,” he added casually.
What was the etcetera? But I didn’t want to seem like a rube, so I just nodded.
“And we give you various commands that you must obey, within reason of course.” His brown eyes were like a caress across my skin.
Gulp. I could barely breathe.
“And we will call you Isis. You will only be Isis. But you can end the game and go back to Melinda at any time.”
I nodded. I didn’t want to be Melinda anymore. I wanted to be Isis and play their sexy game.
“You may be punished from time to time,” he added.
“P-punished?” I said.
“Sexy punishments that you would agree to, but they would be excruciating in a way,” Thor said. “In a certain way.”
Erp.
“I’m sorry, but that’s how it would have to be,” Odin said, looking grimly at Thor.
Thor set a heavy, warm hand on my thigh. The pressure sent heat bolting through me. I sucked in a breath.
“Do you understand why we might have to punish you sometimes?” Odin asked.
I tried not to grin, but it was all so crazy and hot. “Yes,” I gasped.
Somewhere back in Baylortown, Wisconsin, my sisters were probably worried out of their minds about me, but I didn’t want to stop this roller coaster.
Maybe I couldn’t stop it. But more like didn’t want to.
“Fuck,” Zeus said, shifting lanes. I couldn’t tell whether his commentary was about the road or about our conversation.
Gravely, Thor said, “We don’t want to take away your name, Isis, but if we have to, we will. And you’ll be Melinda again. If you leave the game.”
Thor scooted closer. “What do you think about the rules, Isis? Will you abide by them?”
I looked up at Zeus’s eyes in the rearview mirror. They were fixed on the road. What did he think about this?
“Did Thor just ask you a question?” Odin said.
My mouth was dry. Would I abide? I’d only had really regular sex, and a bit of cartoon porn. They would laugh about the cartoon porn. I resolved never to tell them about the cartoon porn. I wanted Isis to be worldly.
“What’s the etcetera? You said tie you up, etcetera.” The pulse in my ears amplified. I was starting down a ski slope into a wildly hunky unknown.
“The etcetera is mutually decided as we go along,” Odin said.
Thor looked at me new, like he’d just realized something. “You’re so into it.”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Wow, Sherlock,” Odin said. “Your brilliance is blinding. Did you just figure out how into it she is?”
“We’re into it,” Thor said. “Come here.” He pulled me onto his warm lap, one hand on my hip, one on my thigh. My sex ached. I wanted his hands all over me. Would we have sex now? It would be so outrageous.
“Say yes,” Thor said, drawing one finger over my sensitive nipple, which was somehow more sensitive through the fabric.
“Yes,” I said, trembling practically out of my skin. “I’m in.”
Something passed between Zeus and Odin—Zeus had given assent of some kind, with just his eyes. Or did
I just imagine it?
“I am going to have to ask you to do something for me,” Thor whispered in my ear. “For us. It just must be done.”
We had exited the freeway now and were racing down a two-lane highway, heading south along the tracks. I melted backwards into Thor’s lap, excited, and quite frankly, scared.
I dropped my hands to touch the sides of his thighs, enjoying the solidity of his muscles.
I thought about how he’d leapt over the teller counter.
What would he ask? I hoped it wasn’t to suck all their cocks in succession. Even Isis wouldn’t be into that, just on its own, at least without a sexy role-play context developed for it.
Odin was facing forward. Had he adjusted the mirror?
Thor ran his hands down my waist to my bare legs and then reversed direction, sliding upward, dragging his fingers heavily along my thighs, taking my skirt with it.
Slowly.
My skin heated under his fingers. Shivers skittered across my body.
His steely cock pressed against my ass. My core ached.
It had been so long since I’d had sex. I imagined discarding my panties, turning, pressing down on him, right there in the back seat, being watched. I had never done such a thing in my life. At least not watched.
Isis was so into it.
Up, up he went. Oh, God, he was going to touch me!
“Please,” I breathed. “Please do.” And hurry, I thought.
“You have to learn patience, Isis,” he whispered, continuing up my thighs, hands heavy and rough in their excruciatingly slow march to rob me of my skirt. Eventually he had it bunched up around my waist like a belt with too much fabric. It was slightly demeaning, in a way that I liked. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic on my panties and snapped, “Off.”
“Right here?” I said.
“Off.”
I swallowed hard, liking how he’d ordered me. Probably best Melinda didn’t think too hard about it. I shimmied my panties off, down to my ankles where they got caught on my high-heeled shoes.
“Assistance,” Thor said, wrapping his arms around my chest and pulling me back to him.
Odin twisted around in his seat and reached back, taking one of my ankles, starting to dislodge my panties from my shoe while staring into my eyes. Meanwhile. Thor played with my nipples, tugging them slightly outward.
Being touched by two men at once was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. And was Zeus watching? It was hard to tell, but even the possibility of it was a lust circuit overload.
My whole body trembled with excitement, every nerve ending madly exposed to them, straining for their touch.
Odin dislodged my panties—I couldn’t see how because I couldn’t seem to look away from his gaze, but there were yanks and possibly a rip involved. Odin didn’t care about panties, and I didn’t much care at this point, either.
Then he simply turned back to watch the road. Unless he could see me in the mirror.
“Go ahead,” Thor said. “You know what you want to do.”
“I want to do a lot of things,” I whispered huskily.
“A hint, then.” He grabbed my thighs and positioned my legs so that they were hanging over the outside of his legs; his movements were strong and sure, yet somehow tender. He spread his legs, which spread my legs even more.
I sucked in a breath as cool air kissed my bare sex.
My core clenched and throbbed. I felt so exposed to the front seat.
He kissed my ear and returned his hands to my breasts. “Show us how you do it.”
I felt embarrassed to touch myself in front of these three guys, yet thrilled.
I took a breath and brought my hand down to my pussy—tentatively—like it was somebody else’s. Like I had to ask permission.
I slid a shy finger along my achy clit. The shock of contact made me gasp.
Thor exhaled sharply on my ear, a sharp tickle. “Yes,” he said. He’d enjoyed it, too.
He put his hands into my shirt and took hold of my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitized nipples, sending hot pleasure through me.
“Again.”
Again, I stroked a finger through my silky folds. We both heaved hot breaths—there was a way in which it felt more intimate than having sex—me so exposed, so visible, my legs held apart by his legs.
And I was, of course, extremely wet. They would see that, too. I closed my eyes, concentrated on the feeling—Thor’s hands on my breasts, my own on the folds of my sex, my every move revealed to my new bandit gang.
I bit back a moan and got into a little rhythm, stroking myself as Thor played with my nipples; sometimes he rolled them between his fingers like little beads, other times he tugged at them. Every new thing he did sent pleasure clear through me.
I shut my eyes, blissing out, as a random scene from my cartoon porn travels came to me—an elfin cartoon girl tied up in the forest being ravished by roguish Robin Hood types, one fondling her breast, the other licking her sex, and other watching. It was almost like that was really happening. And I would have an orgasm in front of them. While they watched!
But as soon as I thought that, some of the heat went out of me. What if I didn’t come? Would they get bored of me? My orgasm was a very shy thing, easy to spook. And then suddenly I worried it was spooked. I opened my eyes, so self-conscious. “I might be getting stage fright,” I whispered.
Odin turned with a dark gleam in his eyes. “Apparently I will have to do everything for this one.” He took off his glasses and he bent his fingers backwards, one after another, as though to limber them up.
I widened my eyes. What was he going to do? Why take off his glasses and limber up his fingers?
His smile was evil. “Don’t you stop now,” he said. “You keep doing yourself. Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“You’d disobey already?” he asked.
“No.” I started again.
“No, what?”
“No…Odin,” I said.
“Good girl,” he said.
Good girl. I wanted him to order me around some more and say things like that. The way he looked at me, I knew he knew.
Then he turned his eyes down, and I swear I felt the weight of his gaze on my pussy. I slid my finger up and down feeling so bare to him. The butterflies in my belly were going crazy.
Thor’s warm breath heated my ear. My tender nipples pebbled under his clever fingers as I touched myself.
And through it all Zeus drove, silent as a mountain.
I rubbed my finger over my sensitive bud. My head felt light. My body was no longer mine; these guys were pulling me into a fabulous forbidden realm.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Again, Odin smiled his evil smile at me...or was he smiling at Thor?
Thor shifted me forward on his lap. I felt his hand on the small of my back. He pushed it down under my bunched skirt, down to squeeze and maul my ass cheek, then on down, nearing my vagina.
I panted, suddenly wanting—needing—him in me, his finger, his cock. I wanted to fuck, to be fucked. Fear and yearning spiraled through my body.
Odin pulled off one of my high-heeled shoes and brought my foot up near to his mouth, forcing me to raise my leg and bend my knee, giving Thor better access. Odin’s breath was warm on my toes and a little bit ticklish.
Just then I felt a slick finger touch the entrance to my asshole. I gasped.
At that exact moment, Odin bit the fleshy tip of my little toe—just bit into it.
I cried out as I careened over the edge. “Oh my God,” I said, losing myself in the sting of Odin’s bite, and Thor’s fingers, and my fingers, and an explosion of an orgasm. “Fuck!” I said, throbbing with waves of feeling from my eyelids to my toes.
“Ride it, baby,” Thor breathed, slowing the motion on my nipple, caressing my ass cheek. I was so gone—my mind, my senses.
Shattered apart.
“Ride it.” He slowed his hands, held me tight.
I rode it. Spinning.
I just panted when it was over, lolling on his lap like a ragdoll. “Oh my God,” I said.
“And now we know,” Odin said.
“Know what?” I breathed as Thor caressed my belly.
Odin put his glasses back on. “Things, Isis. We now know certain things.”
“Like what?”
With one last devilish smile, Odin turned back to sit properly in his seat. “This will work.” He shifted his gaze to Zeus, who continued to drive, all stern silence. Unsaid things seemed to pass between them.
What did he mean? Also, I was still thinking about the hand flexing.
You didn’t need to flex your fingers to bite a girl’s toe. Was it possible he had more things in mind?
Though it was possible Odin was the mindfucker of the group.
“That was hot,” Thor whispered. “Thank you.”
“Umm…you’re welcome,” I said. Though it seemed like I should be thanking them.
Now what?
I straightened my skirt, feeling totally weird about having just masturbated in front of them all. “What about you?”
“I want to take you so bad, I can’t think straight,” Thor panted.
“But we’re in a van.” Odin twisted around. “You didn’t think we were going to just make you blow us all here in the van, did you?” He handed my panties and bra back to me, looking amused. “And we’d hardly beat off in front of a total stranger. That would be uncouth, don’t you think?”
I widened my eyes. Of course it was just what I’d done.
Or was he just joking? “Shut up.” I grabbed them from his hand. I put my panties back on, and then my bra, back on under my shirt—no easy feat.
“Our needs are more complex than just jacking off,” Odin said, adjusting his smarty-pants glasses.
Thor touched my hair. “We can wait,” he said. “But we’ll go slow. We don’t want to freak you out or abuse your generosity.”
“Yes, we do,” Odin said. “That is exactly what we want to do. We want to abuse her generosity. And that’s exactly what she wants. That is how the god pack works.”
The god pack?
Thor threw an arm around my shoulders and glared at Odin. “Odin’s fucking around.”