The Deeper Game (Taken Hostage by Hunky Bank Robbers Book 3) (17 page)

With one hand Zeus set the smooth, hot tip of his cock into me; with a massive thrust, he pushed in, filling me.

I let out a cry.

“
Be like her,
“ he growled as he started banging into me, hands gripping the backs of my thighs, supporting my weight and holding my knees apart. My ankles were still separated with the spreader bar, which he hit with his knees with every thrust, forcing my ankles back, over and over.

“Stop!” I cried. “It hurts!”

My cries made him thrust all the harder. I couldn’t believe the thrilling intensity of it, saying no and begging, and him still fucking me.

Odin said, “Any elf we find in the forest, we get to do whatever we
fucking-g
want to you.”

“No,” I cried, “please!”

Still Zeus fucked me. It was as if I’d entered the elf girl’s world of magic and forbidden urges.

Thor had shoved the smooth thing all the way into my asshole now. He simply left it there, which made the fucking extra intense.

“Cry, now,” Odin growled.

His command sparkled darkly through my core, and I whimpered and cried best I could, but it felt fake.

My belly went lopsided as Odin strolled over to the tree to take up the riding crop.

“Take the bar off her feet, Thor,” he said.

“No!” I cried, kind of meaning it. Because, why the bar off now? What did he have in mind? The woodsmen did all sorts of fucked up things to the elf girl.

Zeus stopped thrusting and stilled inside me as unseen hands worked at my ankles, undoing the cuffs.

“Don’t hurt me,” I panted as a dark-hooded Odin walked around and came up behind me, touching the end of the riding crop to my cheek, caressing me gently. “Do you want the bag over your head again?”

“No,” I said.

The bar fell with a clank. My ankles felt lighter.

He took the crop from my cheek and disappeared behind me.

Trees rustled above, and I became acutely aware of the breeze on my naked ass and Zeus’s fingers curling into the underside of my thighs. He was still hard inside me, but he didn’t move. I waited, heart pounding.

A whistle. A whap. A sting. “Ow!” I jerked in surprise at the bite of pain on my ass cheek, shocked at how much it hurt.

I squeezed my pussy around Zeus’s hard cock. He groaned and tightened his grip on my thighs.

Odin said, “If you don’t cry like an elf girl should, you’ll get the bag back over your head.”

I whimpered. I didn’t want that—seeing them hooded was part of the dream.

“Thor is going to pull that thing out of your ass now and shove his giant cock in there no matter how much you beg him not to,” Odin said. “And then Zeus is going to fuck you. Do you think both of their giant cocks will fit in your tiny elf holes?”

“No,” I breathed.

Odin put his face to my cheek and grabbed my hair again—hard. “They’ll make them fit.” He let go and disappeared once more. Thor took the thing out of my ass. I felt the cool air again. I gripped tighter to the knobby things above my wrist holes, bracing myself.

Another whistle sounded through the air, followed by a sharp crack. Pain exploded over my ass—one, two, three cruel whips of the crop.

“Ow!” I screamed, a little angry at the intensity. “God, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up, elf!” Odin hit me twice more—weirdly hard stings.

I began to cry for real now. It was as if the unexpected pain opened up a floodgate to my emotions, my libido.

Zeus pulled his cock out of me, but he kept hold of my legs, keeping them bent open for Thor, behind me.

“When we saw you in the forest like that, we had to capture you,” Odin said. “To use you exactly like this.”

Thor positioned his cock at the entrance to my asshole.

“Not that! Let me go!” I sobbed.

Odin stroked my hair softly. “Sorry, elf girl. This is how the woodsmen must take their pleasure from you.”

I wept, drugged with a crazy, ecstatic feeling as Thor’s hard head pushed into my asshole, filling me. He felt so huge going in. We’d done this before, but the elf thing made me feel it all like a virgin.

“Breathe, elf,” Odin whispered. “Let the woodsmen take their pleasure.”

I cried out as Thor thrust into my ass.

“You like that?” Odin asked.

“It’s too big!”

“Relax and it’ll be over, elf girl.” Odin said. Odin slid the tip of the crop along the underside of my breast—a threat that prompted more warm tears to stream down my cheeks. I felt crazily primal.

Thor started fucking me in the ass, wild and harsh and primitive.

“Please!”

“We’ll do whatever we want to you,” Odin said, caressing my breast with his finger now.

“I can’t…I can’t…” I panted, not bothering to make sense. It was as though we were four beasts, operating from our darkest and most magical beast brains.

“Too bad,” Zeus said, pushing inside me now once more, so that they were both fucking me at the same time while supporting my weight.

I shut my eyes tight. “No!” I begged, excited beyond belief.

They fucked me anyway, mercilessly, stoking my pleasure higher.

“Take it,” Odin said, warm in my ear, gently rolling my nipple.

The guys fucked me in unison, forcing waves of color into my mind’s eye.

“Uh, uh, uh,
“ Zeus said.

Everything felt so beautiful and dangerous. I didn’t know if I could contain the intensity.

The feeling inside me began to swell and build, and I knew I was tipping over toward a shattering orgasm and I fought it, wanting this exciting feeling to last, but they wouldn’t stop fucking me, wouldn’t stop filling me, wouldn’t stop building the feeling higher.

I wept—from joy, from pain, from erotic overload. I was the elf girl, fucked and ravished against her will. Living my crazy, full-color dream.

“Stop fighting,” Odin said, expertly fingering my nipple with his fingers. “It’s no use to fight us.” He squeezed it gently.

I exploded into a starry universe of pleasure.

My orgasm rolled through me in wave after wave, pushing me higher, and higher, further and further into oblivion and still they fucked me.

I was boneless with pleasure and still they fucked me.

Zeus cursed as he came, fingers digging into my butt cheeks. Thor cried out, quivering deep inside me.

I don’t know how long it was before they let me off that thing. Rough hands took me down and set me on ground, naked with sharp foresty things digging into my back. I stared up at the moon, lost in the dream of the elf girl and how much I loved my guys. Suddenly the moon was blotted out by Odin, standing over me, still in his hood, hand on his cock, which he’d pulled out of his tights.

“You think we’re done with you now?”

My belly tightened. At the end, one of the woodsmen always jizzed on the elf girl, debasing her in this sort of hot way. “Haven’t you used me enough, woodsman?” I whimpered plaintively.

“Stay still,” he commanded. “Stay right there.”

Let’s just say wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.

He jerked his hand up and down on his cock, once, and then again, and a thick stream of cum landed on my neck, my breasts.

Just like with the elf girl. I sighed happily.

He knelt down next to me. “That’s what you get, elf.”

I stared up at him, a little bit dazed. “Thank you.”

He smiled his dark, devilish smile. “Always,” he said. “Anything.”

They’d given me this thing I’d wanted without judgment, and they’d even worn tights. Who else in the universe could’ve given me this, and with such love behind it? I was always saying I loved them, but did I really, if I was trying to change them?

“I’ll support you,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. Whatever is inside you. I won’t fuck with your beautiful mojo. I won’t try to stop the robbery.”

Zeus knelt down. “What’s that?”

Thor kneeled down on the other side of me and wiped the jizz off my neck and breasts with a soft, damp cloth.

“Robbing the Prime in a blaze of glory, I mean,” I whispered. “Do it. It will show those who betrayed you that no target is out of your reach. They’ll really wish you were dead.”

“It’ll feel fucking awesome,” Thor said. “To clean out the Prime.”

“It will be glorious,” Odin said.

“And I want the whole tattoo,” I said. “I’m not just saying it now—it’s ours and I want it. That tattoo is us.”

“I want it, too,” Zeus said. “Is there time now?”

Odin twisted his lips. “I don’t think so. I don’t want to rush it.”

“We’ll get it after,” Zeus said.

“What do you mean?” And in the next instant, I got it. “Oh,” I said. It was nearly dawn. The elf girl thing had taken hours. The robbery was officially tomorrow now. There was tons of prep. Zeus had to go to work and input the code, a dangerous part of the caper. They’d sacrificed completing the tattoos in order to do my elf girl thing.

I swung my gaze to Odin.

“It was worth it,” he said. “You’ll get it after the robbery, elf-girl,” he said.

And at that moment, I loved my bank robbers so hard, I thought my heart might burst.

Matteo and the Gigis were gone by the time we returned from our rapey woodland adventure, but Matteo told us all about it later that day, a Thursday. He’d spilled to BeeGee about his plan to give her his part of the jewels, that the whole thing was a scheme to win her back. And he reflected responsibility to her, as Odin had suggested.

BeeGee still didn’t believe him.

“Did
you
believe what you said?” Odin asked. “Or are you just saying shit to her?”

Matteo’s noncommittal answer showed he didn’t quite believe it.

At eleven in the morning, Matteo, Odin, and I sat out on the bank. Thor was already inside as a patron.

This was the point where Zeus needed to break away from his crew and go out on the floor and input the security virus in preparation for the robbery tomorrow.

We watched the manager walk down the sunny sidewalk toward the bagel shop. Things would be soft inside. It was time.

“He’s out,” Odin whispered over the two-way. “I’m killing fuse twenty-three now.” This would give Zeus the excuse he needed to be fucking with the panels. He’d be confused and get to the wrong panel first.

“Roger,” Zeus whispered back.

I got out and strolled up to the entrance. The doormen opened the door. I passed the security guard and then, as if recalling something, I went back and asked him if he had any experience with the high-end mechanic two blocks down. We knew that the guard took the bank fleet there, and that he and the owner had become friendly. He talked up the mechanic.

Thor sat at the desk across from a low-level banker, looking all Hollywoody in a beautiful red silk shirt, sunglasses perched on his head, asking about checking services.

Through careful logistical manipulation, a sheer, nipple-displaying shirt, and, if you ask me, a bit of leftover elf magic, I’d gotten the guard facing outside as he talked up his friend’s business. I was careful not to look over his shoulder at the flurry of activity across the lobby. That would be Zeus, the bumbling subcontractor at the wrong panel. I smiled brightly and listened, pulse racing.

Soon the buzz returned to normal.

I continued in to make my deposit. When I got back out to the Navigator, Odin was grinning. The code was in. Zeus was back on the job.

A bit later, Thor came back out.

We watched the bank until after business hours, satisfied things were normal. Matteo went off to try to iron things out with BeeGee, and my guys and I went home and engaged in wholesome activities—grilling veggies, drinking healthy juices, and cleaning guns.

We sat on the porch together after dinner, lounging around, discussing the job. Everything was done, everything ahead of schedule—it was kind of amazing.

My eyes fell to Zeus’s massive upper arm. Each of us now had just the cherubic angel holding the scroll that said
Motherfuckers
on it. The tattoo looked fucking awesome on him, but it wasn’t done.

“Odin,” I said. “How long to complete that lettering?”

Thor looked up from his book. “We
are
ahead of schedule here.”

“An hour or two each,” Odin said.

“Let’s fucking do it,” Zeus said. “Can you?”

Odin looked over at me. “I could.”

“Do me first,” I said. “We go into this job with everything right.”

Odin’s eyes glittered. “Get the chair.”

Four hours later were all freshly inked with the full message:
You WISH we were dead, Motherfuckers.
I felt happy and free, like a real outlaw.

Zeus declared that finishing them had strengthened the psychophysical play of the robbery—like a sign to the universe that the bank robbers were unstoppable. They were so voodoo about robberies, my guys.

Friday morning, my guys and Matteo and I met up bright and early to wipe bullets and study traffic cams. The job wouldn’t actually take place until after the close of business day. The plan was to sit there in shifts all through the day in different vehicles.

We grabbed donuts on the way to the bank block, then found our favorite parking spot and began the long stakeout, minus Zeus, who was, of course, inside with the HVAC crew. Things looked normal. Like many businesses, the Prime was the most lax on Fridays.

“I hope you won’t be expecting us to wear tights from now on,” Thor said when Matteo was off for a pee break. We hadn’t spoken much about the elf and woodsman role play. Really, what was there to say?

“I hope
you
don’t drug and abduct me every time you want to fuck,” I said, adjusting a curl on my wig.

Thor snorted. “I wouldn’t recommend it simply from a medical standpoint.”

“I totally thought you guys were the feather guy,” I said. “It freaked me out.”

“The feather guy is in jail,” Thor said, eyeing the guard out on a smoke break.

“Well, if he had a partner.”

“There could never be more than one feather guy,” Odin said. “He works alone. It’s his profile.”

“Though he never did confess,” I said.

A strange hush fell down around us. “I know,” Odin said finally. Which was way too long to respond to something so obvious.