Odin asked, "Was that Mississippi?"

"No," I whispered.

"So you want more?"

I swallowed. A spank is not a very seemly thing to ask for, even when you're Isis.

"Say it," Odin commanded. "Spank me again until my punishment is complete."

I resisted making the joke I could've so easily made there. "Again."

The silence stretched out. I waited.

Waited.

Why was nothing happening?

"Full sentence," Odin said.

"Please," I whispered, ready to weep from the mental strain of them not doing things to me. I felt bereft, tied up there, untouched. "Please spank me until my punishment is complete. Until you are utterly and completely satisfied. Utterly."

With that, his hand came down on my ass, and again. I breathed in gulps, forehead pressing into the smooth tabletop, hands gripping the edge. That exquisite feeling on the end of each spank, that sweet reverberation sailing into my clit, seemed to increase to dizzying dimensions. The slap, the pleasure.

I ground my pelvis into the edge of the table as he spanked me. I realized, with some surprise, that I could likely orgasm just from this.

Odin stopped and caressed my ass cheeks. Even that-Oh! I felt everything. Was it over? I panted. I could feel a drip of cool sweat rolling out my underarm, down onto my breast, tickling it.

"Mmm," Thor whispered. I'd forgotten he was in front of me. I felt his finger trace the path that the drip of sweat had traced down my breast, and then he touched the cool drop of sweat to my nipple, and then he had his fingers on my nipples, squeezing and plucking at them.

And then Odin slapped my ass again. And he kept on, hard, soft. And a pluck, tweak, caress on my breasts. We got into this rhythm, and my mind got all messed up-I felt like we three were fucking, just in this. I had lost all sense of everything.

And then I felt Thor's hands in my hair. He turned my head. He'd stopped with the breasts. I opened my eyes, feeling drugged.

He looked as wild as I felt, skin flushed, pupils dilated. Cock hard. "Good," he said. "Take her right here or I will."

"Please," I said.

Thor untied my wrists from the table with frantic energy, and then untied them from each other, though the ties were still on them. Like wrist leashes.

"You don't think this is the best part?" Odin said, unbuckling my legs. I turned over and he rose up and pulled me up against him into a kiss. He wore only his white businessman's shirt, hanging open-and a condom. I thought I would die as his cock probed and moved along the seam of my cunt. I shoved my hand into his dark, moppy hair as we made out.

"I want you in me so bad," I said.

Either one, really, but it was Odin's cock at the gate. My heart beat at probably an unhealthily high rate.

Odin pulled away. "Don't you have something to finish first?" He turned his head. I followed his gaze. There was Thor, back on the couch.

"Oh, right." I was, of course, happy to get back to that. In fact, it almost blew my mind that I'd be allowed to. Odin grabbed the leashes of my wrist into one hand and led me over. It was as wonderfully porn-y and erotic the second time as it was the first. "And you don't stop this time. Even for an earthquake. Got it?"

"Got it."

I had this impish thought to start and stop anyway and see if they would go through the punishing bit yet again-they were clearly as on the edge as I was.

But no way.

"Bend over. Nicely."

I bent over Thor on the couch yet again, trying not to smile as I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I had never had so much fun.

"Yes," he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.

Naturally I'd made sure to keep my legs somewhat together as I bent over because I wanted Odin to make me spread them again. And Odin did not disappoint. He kicked the inside of my ankle, sending shivers cascading over my skin. "Spread them. Wide," he commanded roughly. "Now."

I complied, spreading my legs for him.

Slowly I took Thor into my mouth as Odin touched my ass all over and even slapped it once, which made me gasp and nearly choke on Thor's cock. I supported my weight with one hand and grabbed Thor at the root with the other, rubbing up and down as I sucked.

Odin's hand snaked in front of me now, fingering my tender, throbbing bud. My breathing went crazy. I didn't know how I'd keep from coming if he entered me.

"Make her come while she's got me in her teeth and you're a dead man," Thor said. "No offense, but you might be a biter."

I grunted, a kind of nunh-unh.

"Shhh," Thor said. "More."

I could see he was on the edge and I concentrated rather fiercely on him, sucking and rubbing, trying desperately to ignore Odin's confident fingers sliding around on my sex. I could understand Thor's nervousness, since we'd only just met today.

The base of Thor's dick thickened even more, and he clamped his hand onto the back of my head, forcing me to still, and he let out a cry as he pumped his cum into my throat, which I swallowed. Naturally, Isis was into it.

Everything seemed to cease, even Odin slowed, perhaps in honor of Thor's orgasm. Thor slowed and stopped, panting.

Thor's hand rested limp in my hair. I pulled slowly off him.

"Oh, Isis," Thor said, stroking my hair. Then he grabbed it in a bunch and brought my head to his and kissed me. "Oh, that was good," he whispered.

I rested my arms around the couch back, around his neck, and kissed him as Odin pressed his cock at my seam, sliding it back and forth across my wetness. It felt so good. And then he guided himself into place, and with one hand planted firmly on my hip, he entered me.

Slowly.

Excruciatingly slowly.

I dropped my head to Thor's shoulder. I couldn't multi-task anymore, I just needed this. Thor tweaked my nipples as Odin invaded me, right to the hilt.

I gasped, overwhelmed with a glorious sense of fullness.

Slowly, Odin pulled out, then he pushed in again.

"Do it," I said. "Do everything."

"Good girl," Odin said, reaching around to the front of my pussy to rub my clit as he thrust into me.

I hissed out a breath. Now I had all these hands on me while being fucked. Deliriously, I backed up to him, needing more and more and more. Totally on the edge.

"Yeah," Thor whispered. "Take him. Give it all up."

Odin's fingers sped wickedly, and then Thor took hold of my nipples and twisted them, sending shock waves through my core. "Give it up, come for us," he whispered.

It was mercy that he said that-I was coming already, wave upon wave of the most pleasurable, blinding orgasm I'd ever experienced. I cried out, my senses hurtling through dark space. Odin held my hips more firmly, his cock pushed into me, relentlessly, breaking me apart, and I realized he, too, was coming. He clenched my hips and thrust one last time, locking deep inside me, cock pulsing.

I cried out, unable to process, as wave after wave of orgasm swelled through me.

"Yes," Thor said, caressing my hair, kissing the top of my head, practically making out with it.

Some moments passed. I barely knew where I was.

"Jesus," Odin whispered, as we sort of came down together. "Jesus." He pulled out.

I turned and collapsed next to Thor. Odin went over to discard his condom in a wastebasket and then collapsed on the other side of me.

"Wow," I said.

Odin kissed my ear. He grabbed both my hands and kissed my fingers. I smiled and then I laid sideways over Thor's lap, still holding Odin's hands.

"I can't believe how amazing that was," I said.

The three of us sat like that for a while, basking.

Thor reached over, picked up the phone, and called room service.

Guys.

Then I realized I was hungry, too. "Oh my God, I'm starving!" I exclaimed. I'd eaten nothing for hours.

Thor handed over two menus.

I flipped my legs up across Odin's lap so I was lying across them, and I read my menu from that position. The prices were exorbitant.

Odin put in his order; he wanted two steaks. Thor added on two lobsters and a large pepperoni pizza, chocolate covered cherries, an entire flourless chocolate cake, and two bottles of champagne.

I paused over the menu's description of the mushroom burger, my sister Candy's favorite food in the world, feeling a flash of guilt for how much fun I was having. All my life on the sheep farm I'd had this sense that all the excitement was happening elsewhere. Now I'd found that place, but at the expense of my sisters, who were certainly thinking the worst. I told myself I'd be home soon. Surely I could get a message to them.

"Hurry up," Thor said.

I decided on Fettuccini Alfredo and a mini pizza. "I can't believe none of us have eaten since those gas station chips." I handed my menu back to Thor.

"It's the job energy," Odin said. "Doing a job produces all this fucking-g energy. You can't eat, you just want to fuck, but after you fuck, then you must devour everything."

Thor stroked my hair. "Though we like to repeat the fucking and eating cycle a lot between robberies."

"What would you have done if I wasn't here?" I asked.

Odin gave me a warning look that sent shivers through me. "You know what they say about curiosity and the cat."

This only made me twice as curious. Did they pick up women? Hire prostitutes? Have sex with each other?

"We're glad you're here," Thor said.

"I am, too," I said. "I am greatly into your bandit cycle."

Thor looked down at me. "I am greatly into you."

I smiled up at him. "I am greatly into you." I gazed over at Odin. "And you." It was weird being three.

Odin twisted his lips in a mocking smile, ejected my legs from his lap and stood, but not before I caught the warmth in his brown eyes. He strolled over to the hot tub, shedding his white businessman's shirt, and stood at the edge, fully naked, his smooth brown skin lighter over his perfectly toned ass.

Again I wondered about Zeus. How did he fit in? They hadn't seemed to expect him to join. Is this how it would be for the week? A cool detente from Zeus? I'd felt such a fierce connection with him at the bank, but now that I was in, he seemed to barely tolerate me.

"Come on," Thor said, getting up from the couch.

I wandered over to the liquor cart and grabbed a handful of pretzels as the two guys sank into the tub. It was here I noticed the flowers had been reduced to just stems, with a few ragged petals hanging off.

"What the hell happened to the flowers?" I asked.

"Zeus," Thor said.

"Oh," I said, sensing that a follow-up question might not be the thing.

We took a dip in the hot tub while we waited for our food. It was large for an in-room pool-the size of two king beds-and surrounded by marble. I rested my head on the side of the pool, letting the jets hit my back and allowing my body to float, letting all the tension drain away. I learned this was one of my bandit boys' favorite hotels. From their conversation, I got the feeling they were fancy hotel connoisseurs.

"Isn't it expensive?" I asked. "To stay in this suite? I mean, sure, bank robbers make a lot of money, but wouldn't it be prudent to save some for the future?"

"The bank robber lifestyle is high stakes, high reward," Thor said. "You can't go skimping on the reward part of the equation."

"It's the opposite of a farm," Odin added. "We're into maximizing today, not tomorrow."

This struck me as poignant. Like they didn't see a big future for themselves. How had they come to this? And did they plan to go out in a blaze? I'd probably never know.

Well, it was definitely the opposite of a farm. On a farm, you were thinking about tomorrow. Again my thoughts went to my sisters.

A better person would go back immediately. I tried to conjure up some sense of missing that life but I couldn't. I reminded myself that I'd just seen them that morning. And that if I stayed, I'd get money to save the life they loved. It was kind of impressive how many excuses I could manufacture to make it okay to stay. Bottom line: going back went against everything in me. I felt like I'd been closed up in a closet, suffocating, and now I was free, and I just needed to stay out a little while longer, gasping my fill of the cool, fresh air.

Odin hoisted himself out of the hot tub and grabbed towels and fluffy white matching hotel bathrobes for the three of us to bundle up in. Minutes later, the food came.

The room service waiter was allowed to set the table properly this time, with a linen tablecloth and linen napkins and fine silver, all set out right over the surface upon which I was so wantonly and deliciously misused just an hour earlier.

The three of us sat down to feast, wearing our matching fluffy robes. We ate and laughed. I drank a glass of champagne, which made me feel a little better about things.

"I really do need to get a message to my sisters," I said.