Page 8 of The Deeper Game
I began to enjoy the strange discomfort of being filled up so slowly and hugely. I’d had a cock in there before, but never something smooth and round.
In he pushed. I could feel the thing stretching my asshole, hitting the nerve bundles inside. The strange, delicious feeling of it went into my chest, even into my head, and it seemed to connect with the hard pinch on my nipples. I felt like one of those maps of the night sky with lines connecting stars to make pictures. The little blowjob. Big ménage. Steely cock major. The concubine. Ass-bulb and nipple-clip starburst.
Suddenly the thing was all the way in, and the muscles of my asshole contracted around it, as if of their own volition.
And not only was this large, smooth object in my asshole, but it had a part attached that pressed over my clit, too. Like a bulb in my asshole attached to a thumb that pressed onto the most sensitive part of my anatomy.
“There we go.” Thor slapped my ass, then he pulled my thong up over it.
“What are you doing?”
He tugged me up by my hair. “Sit down,” he commanded.
“W-what?” I couldn’t imagine sitting. The way it would press into me.
“Is this something you can’t handle?” Odin asked.
I kind of didn’t understand the question. It was a lot of intensity zinging around inside of me.
I twisted and pretended to sit, putting almost no pressure on my ass, and even then, the bulb felt huge in my ass and the lip thing pressed mercilessly onto my clit.
“Sit for real,” Thor growled.
A wave of sensation rolled through my belly.
Why were his growly commands so hot? It seemed like it broke all the laws of physics or something.
I let my full weight settle onto the seat, feeling filled up and fucked and controlled, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.
“You need to get ready to do your deposit,” Odin said.
I looked at him like he’d lost it. “I can’t go in there like this!”
“Of course you can.” Odin pulled the cups of my bra clear over the nipple clamps, which kicked the pinchy sensation up a notch, and then, calmly and efficiently, he redid the buttons on my dress.
“Are you kidding?” I exclaimed. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”
“Do you know how they train horses before a race?” Odin asked. He waited, seeming to expect an answer.
I regarded him dimly, not quite understanding why he was asking this. Was I being quizzed on obscure sports trivia now?
“They sometimes train them by running them through knee-deep ocean water. So that when they run on land, where the resistance is gone, they fly. This is your ocean water. We need to know you can focus during all types of situations as part of our gang.” Odin’s fingers worked quickly. “We need your focus sharp.”
I straightened my collar and looked down. Even with the bra over them, you could see the angular outlines of the nipple contraptions through the pink silk.
“Don’t worry,” Thor said. “It only looks a little obscene. You’ll fit right in.”
“They’re motorized,” I said.
Odin gave me a sly look.
“You can’t switch them on when I’m in there. And what if the butt thing falls out?”
“It won’t. Trust me.” Odin gripped my chin and turned my head to him. “And if you come before you get back here, you will not enjoy your punishment.”
I wondered what he meant bynot enjoy.Hanging out with dirty-minded bank robbers, you quickly learn that not enjoy could mean lots of things, and sometimesnot enjoyinvolved a whole lot enjoyment.
Still, I didn’t want to fail this mission. I wanted them to understand that they could trust me to hold up my end during any operation.
