"You've never been with two men before have you?" Odin asked. "Tell the truth."

"No," I admitted, figuring that he already knew.

"That's perfectly fine," he said.

Thor groaned. "Better then fine."

"Now bend over," Odin whispered into my ear.

I complied.

It was harder to bend down to Thor than to kneel in front of him, but I planted my hand on the couch cushions on either side of him and supported myself that way. Odin held my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh.

"Good girl," Odin said. "Now spread for me." He nudged the inside of my ankle with his foot, a move I greatly enjoyed.

I spread my legs apart.

"Excellent." I felt a lone finger touch my sex, trailing from my sensitive bud, down along my folds, and then slowly traveling back. I hissed out my pleasure. Ooh! I'd been so yearning to be touched there, and suddenly this magical, perfect touch.

"Thor, take off your pants," Odin commanded.

"You're not a very good multi-tasker," Thor said, pulling off his pants, a task I had begun and left off of.

"Oh," I said as his giant cock sprung free, golden like the rest of him, with a shining dot of liquid on the tip. "No, I can be, though." I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and, one hand planted firmly next to his hips, I slowly, lustily, licked off the drop.

"Yes." Thor breathed. "Yeah. Put your lips over me. Take me, Isis. Take everything."

Odin continued to finger my seam as I lowered my lips over Thor, swirling my tongue around him. Thor teased my nipples with his fingers, and my heart stuttered as I felt a finger sneak into my cunt, then out, then two in. I sucked Thor as Odin touched and explored me. It was so much sensation.

"You can't stop," Odin said. "You can't stop until we tell you."

I didn't see why I'd ever want to.

In my experience with cartoon porn, I found it not that erotic when elfin girls had to blow guys while getting fucked, but I could see now that I'd been grievously wrong in my thinking, and I yearned for Odin to put on the condom I'd seen him retrieve from his pocket and enter me, be totally inside me, while I sucked Thor's cock.

But that thought broke apart as the three of us got into this luscious rhythm. I ceased to care about whether we were fucking or fingering or what.

A door somewhere opened.

Zeus!

I stilled.

"Keep going," Odin whispered. "Don't stop."

But Zeus was right there at the side of the couch, speaking with Odin casually about going down to the workout room. I'd been excited for Zeus to come out and join in, or at least watch, but not this, acting like I was a lapdog, or a piece of furniture. I pulled my mouth off Thor, feeling embarrassed and flustered, and straightened my arm, so that, okay, I was still bent over, but not sucking on Thor's cock.

Zeus wore sweats and a tank top, and had a towel flung over his shoulder, clearly on his way to the hotel gym. He said something about dinner, even as Odin continued to drag a finger slowly up and down my moist seam.

"Call me on the zero," Zeus finally said. He glanced at me coldly and then left.

The silence in the room was broken only by the click of the door being shut by our mysterious fourth.

"That was awkward," I said.

My two swains said nothing.

"What?" I said.

Thor knit his brows together, as though something troubled him. "Did you disobey a direct order just now, Isis?"

"W-what?"

"Did you follow all Odin's directions just now? Or did you disobey?"

Odin had ceased his exquisite fondling of me. He rested his hands lazily on my hips, and I could feel his cock tipping at my ass crack.

"Well, but-" I wrapped my fingers around the base of Thor's cock.

Thor shook his head sadly and dislodged my fingers. "What about his directive to keep going while we had our discussion with Zeus? Did you obey that?"

"It seemed a little much." My pulse raced. "But I remember exactly where we left off."

Odin took hold of my arms and pulled me up. "Up."

"What?" I stood. I couldn't believe they wanted to cease and desist. I smiled. "Come on."

Thor said, "You agreed to obey, yet you didn't. We need to be a perfectly disciplined group of criminals, or we have nothing. Do you understand that? We have nothing without discipline. This is something you need to learn if you're going to remain with us."

"But-" I laughed at the craziness of it all. "To be practically fucking while you have a discussion?"

"You said that you would obey. And you didn't," Odin said. "Now thanks to you, all of our lighthearted fun is over."

Thor stood.

Odin kept hold of my arms.

I felt again the breezes of the room on my belly and on my madly pebbling nipples, straining at the ends my breasts, which pointed forward in a shamelessly bullet-like way, thanks to the pulled-down bra supporting them underneath.

I felt almost giddy with excitement. "But after our day," I said, "don't we deserve some light-hearted fun?" Even now I was playing a bit of a role. Isis was ever so slightly dissolute. Isis needed a bit of structure.

"We do deserve fun." Odin came around the front of me and yanked his tie off his neck. "Don't worry, we'll enjoy this, too. Well, Thor and I will, anyway." He tied the end of his tie to my wrist.

I watched him, not quite believing I was going to allow this. But, I so was. "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing you can't put a stop to. Just say... Mississippi." Odin touched the side of my face with one finger, holding my gaze with his blue eyes.

"Mississippi?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No," I said.

Odin said. "Untie Thor's tie for him, then."

I reached up and untied the knot in Thor's tie and slowly pulled it free of his collar, heart racing like mad.

"Thank you," Odin said as Thor tied it to my other wrist.

Then Odin yanked off his belt.

Shit.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked.

"You'll see."

"You're not hitting me with that."

"Is that a Mississippi?" Odin asked. Thor, too, had his belt off.

I thought about this. They'd said the rules were for our mutual pleasure. So far, they had been. In fact, I felt I was getting the most pleasure.

Odin tied my wrists together-tight, but not too tight. I could probably get out. Maybe. Still, I didn't like the belt aspect. "I'm not sure about this."

"Are we doing anything right now that you object to?" Odin asked.

"Well-"

"At this very moment?" Odin asked.

"I guess not at this very moment."

"I shouldn't think so. Come here, Isis. Thor, you too." Odin led me to the table by the tie.

It was slave-y and porn-y in a totally erotic way, to be led like that.

"Bend over the table," Odin said from behind me. "On your elbows."

I could barely breathe as I bent over it, holding the edge of the table with my tied hands, breath ragged.

If I don't like it, I will say Mississippi, I said to myself. I waited, ass exposed, nipples nudging against the cool marble with every breath I took.

Thor grabbed hold of my hair and turned my head to the side he stood on, and kneeled to address me directly. "It always goes better for the fucking when you don't disobey." He ran a finger over my cheek, and then he stood and went around to the front of me. He took the ends of the ties binding my wrists and tied them somewhere below, presumably to the table leg just below the edge I was gripping with increasing force.

Odin ran his hands over my shamelessly exposed ass. "That's right, we get to the fucking so much sooner when you're disciplined."

"I guess so," I whispered.

Behind me, Odin continued to rub my ass, now with two hands. "Are you being funny? Was that a smart remark?"

I turned my face down to the table, forehead pressed to smooth marble, adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Sort of," I admitted. This was more intense than all the extreme sports I'd ever engaged in-all put together!

Thor kneeled in front of me. "Hey."

I looked up at him.

He was shaking his head sadly. "That merits a double punishment." He looked above my head, up at Odin.

"What?"

"We need obedience, Isis," Odin said. "You understand why we have to do this? When you delay our pleasure like this? One person cannot be allowed to mess things up and then mock our process." He paused. "Say, 'I understand and accept my punishment.'"

The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. I was really supposed to say it?

"Say it." Odin scratched a fingernail along my butt cheek, leaving a wicked line of sensation that sent waves of through my body. It was here that I understood something about being tied up-every little touch contains a world of feeling, because you can't stop it. My body hummed with this strangely pleasurable apprehension when he stopped. What would he do next?

"Say it."

"I understand and accept my punishment," I whispered. And there is always Mississippi, I thought.

A hush. Thor stood.

That's when I felt the cool leather against my ankle. It was Odin, winding the belt around my ankle. Phew! So that was the plan! I felt the belt tighten, binding my leg to a table leg. I was relieved when he used the other belt to tie my other leg to that same table leg, which left my legs somewhat strapped up together.

I had hoped to have the fucking part of the night start, but apparently that wasn't on the agenda at this point. But at least the belt whipping part wasn't going to happen either, what with both belts put to such a use.

Still my imagination raced. Would they actually spank me? What would it feel like? I gripped the table edge so hard my knuckles went white.

"Close your eyes and put your forehead back down on the table," Thor said. He was standing right in front of me. "We don't want you getting distracted from your punishment. You need to feel this in order to remember."

As if I wouldn't feel, as if I wouldn't remember. But I complied.

And out of nowhere I felt the sharp sting of Odin's hand slapping my ass. I gasped. It stung. Though I didn't know how much of the sting was just the shock. And then he did it again.

Hard.

Okay, it stung-stung.

And then again.

His hand striking my bare skin reverberated through my pelvis, vibrating my ass cheeks clear into my pussy. It stung, yet it felt darkly exquisite. A kind of pleasure-pain.

I didn't know what to think about it. My mind didn't have a box for this.

He did it again, harder.

"Uh!" I cried.