Footsteps.

I clenched my eyes more resolutely shut, enjoying this new sensory deprivation twist. My breath caught as I heard them come in. I felt something warm and soft draped over my eyes. "Lift your head up." Thor.

I complied and he tied something around my head, knotting it at the side.

A blindfold.

The bed depressed on one side of me. I felt the movement near my feet. Somebody crawling onto the bed. The sound of Velcro, and something soft around my right ankle, then my left.

Odin? Or Zeus?

"Hands behind your head, fingers laced," Thor said.

I did it, heart speeding as hands parted my thighs. I felt the pull of bonds at my ankles.

I gasped when something cold settled onto my belly-an ice cube! My tummy quivered. Let's just say an ice cube was the opposite of what I'd hoped for.

"Are you ready to talk?" Thor whispered into my ear.

"There's nothing to tell," I said. "So I watch porn."

Odin's voice: "There's more. You can't hold back." So it was Odin down there, wielding the ice cube. Of course, because Zeus would be eating. Also, the ice cube was Odin's style.

Odin traced a circle on my belly with the ice cube. I could handle it. It was just an ice cube.

Then the ice cube traveled down my belly and over the sensitive part of my pelvis. Wait-he would put it there?

"No," I whispered, not wanting my clit frozen.

But down it traveled. Slowly.

Excruciatingly slowly.

Water melted off it, dripping and drooling into the dips where my thighs began, cool rivulets over hot skin. Then I felt it hit my tender bud.

I gasped.

It was cold, but not as cold as I'd imagined. I felt the smooth form melting, drips rolling down my pussy. But the pressure felt good. Until it got cool. And cooler. I squirmed.

A hand clamped down on my thigh. "Details." Odin.

"What? Specific URLs?" I protested.

"Whatever you're hiding, that's what we want."

The ice was gone suddenly, replaced with a cool breeze. Odin blowing. I exhaled forcefully. It was so, so much sensation. Rough hands pushed my legs even farther apart.

A tongue traveled up the slick seam of my sex, up, up to the tender nub, ending with a firm, hard lick. I gasped as he licked again. He repeated, more slowly.

I was warming, coming to life. The warmth and rubbing of Odin's tongue felt better than anything I could imagine. "Yes," I moaned.

I felt a mouth on my breast now, sucking, laving my nipple. It was heaven. I moaned and squirmed, about to go over the edge. This was no punishment at all. It was nirvana.

Until they stopped.

"No," I panted.

"Details." Odin. "What is it you won't tell? A humiliation thing? Vacuums? Ropes? A kind of binding?"

"No," I said. "Not like that."

"Clamps?" Thor asked. "Because we can do that."

I shook my head, heart pounding. "I don't do clamps. I know nothing of clamps!" Possibly a too-cocky answer, because I felt a cold drip on my stomach. "No!" I hissed. But yes, it was that again, the ice cube, now held firmly to my belly button.

"God," I said, belly convulsing under the sensation.

"It must be very fucking-g dirty," Odin said. "Oh, I do want to hear."

I shook my head.

"Fine," he grumbled, and the ice cube began to travel, down once again over the tender, sensitive skin of my pelvis and over my mound to my slick seam. I tried in vain to draw my legs together, fighting against the ankle bonds.

I felt the ice cube there.

"I'll tell!"

"We're waiting."

"Cartoons."

"What?" Surprised amusement played in Thor's voice.

The ice cube stayed.

"More details." The ice cube started rubbing my clit.

"Take it off!" I said.

"Tell first."

"Half elf girls being ravished, okay?" I said. "Or girls with tails. You know cartoon porn."

"You're shitting us," Odin said.

"I'm not!" I protested.

The ice was removed.

Thor snickered.

"It's not funny," I said. "It's hot."

"Ravished how?"

"Just ravished."

Now there was the cool air. The cool air treatment again, which was both worse and better.

I writhed and gasped.

"How?" Thor demanded.

Odin's tongue was back. I thought I would go crazy from the sensation of him drawing it up to my insanely sensitized clit.

"By woodland guys," I panted. "I'll tell you everything, everything, just don't stop again. Don't do the ice thing again."

"Describe them and tell what they do to her," Thor commanded. "But if you stop talking, the ice comes back, and it stays until it melts."

Odin licked me as I breathlessly described everything about the stuff I'd watch, how they always tied the girl up and fucked her. He stopped when I even paused, so I kept on, trying to think of any details. I liked when they fingered her asshole, or forced her legs apart and fucked her, or two of them fucked her at once, like she's riding one, and one fucks her in the ass. I kept on. They usually wore caps, often Robin Hood type outfits, with scabbards. And she had to be kind of a captive, but into it. I didn't like when the girl cried-I would turn that stuff off. I like when they locked her into old-fashioned-looking stocks, in obscene positions to be fucked.

"No spanking?"

"I never saw the upside in that," I blurted as Odin's warm, talented tongue flattened in a most luscious way. "I might now." And I felt two fingers slide into my slick hole and curl just so. "Oh, God, please." The fingers moved strongly in me, moving in me in a rhythm, in and out and in and out, as his tongue mirrored the motion.

"More," Thor said.

"There is no more. They usually find her wandering in the woods..." I began to rock my hips, feeling like I was being sucked, against my will, into a black hole of pure pleasure, which, let's face it, I was.

"Do you want him to stop?" Thor asked.

Odin stopped.

"Wandering gathering flowers!" I blurted, and he started up again. "Daisies. Friend to woodland creatures. Squirrels sometimes watch them take her, chattering and chewing on nuts while they take her brutishly..." I was totally making stuff up now. Lord, I would've said anything to keep him going, licking me right over the edge, and oh, it was exquisite all the way down-down and down and down, until my mind and body exploded into an abyss of an orgasm. Wave after wave pulsed through me, washing me with sensation, from the top of my head to my toes. I heard myself bleat out a strangled kind of cry.

My bandits were murmuring between themselves, murmurs that seemed insignificant beside the sparkles inside my body.

I came down, finally, panting, blissed out, feeling like something washed up on a shore, just floppy and raggedy.

Silence. Then, "Two woodland guys?" Thor said. "Odin, we must acquire some little green hats."

I tore off my blindfold and hit Thor with it.

He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, pinned my other arm, too. "That was so freaking hot."

"It was hot." Odin released my ankles from their bonds and crawled onto the bed on the other side of me, heavy hand on my belly, cock nudging at my hip. "Did you think that was hot, Zeus?" Odin asked.

I jerked my head up to see Zeus, standing at the doorway, arms folded over his chest.

Shit! He'd been watching?

"So that's what girls like? Those cartoons?" Zeus said. "I was always wondering who the fuck watches those." And then he left.

"We need to get some sort of rustic stocks," Odin said. "We never thought of that for our hideout."

Thor grinned. "And the hats. We could do the whole outfits."

"He was watching the whole time? And I didn't know?" I asked.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Odin said. His five o'clock shadow was more a ten o'clock shadow now, adding to his smoldering, glittering heat. He had a tiny beauty mark at the top of his cheekbone, I noticed, that the glasses hid.

"I like to know." So he'd been watching. I didn't know what to think of it.

"Ears, we'll get you ears." Thor said, releasing my arms, trailing a finger along my ear. He kissed me there.

"Is that what he does?" I asked. "Watch?"

"He was a participant," Odin said. "In the old days."

Thor whispered, "At least he came in. It's good. It's a start."

"You guys have a hideout?" I asked.

"Several." Odin caressed my belly. Thor had his fingers on my nipple. I reached aside and touched his taut arm, his shoulder. I reached down and found Thor's cock, then Odin's. We fell into the languorous rhythm, and I became overwhelmed once again by the sensation of many hands and tongues on me, and access to multiple cocks.

In this, too, it was a lot like the ski jump-overwhelming and confusing until you released yourself to it, and then it was the best thing in the world.

"I want you to take me, to fill me," I whispered. "Just fuck me!"

"We're getting to it."

I wrapped my fingers around Thor's silky, steely hardness. Odin's had gone out of reach, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. He kissed me, and then he bit my lip, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was doing himself. Which was so hot.

"You want Zeus to join?" Odin breathed.

"Now?"

"He won't now, but at some point?"

"Well, yes," I said. I felt surprised that wasn't evident. "It's not something I've ever done, you know..." Thor was so hard in my hand. It was difficult to concentrate. I was sick of concentrating.

"Three woodsmen?" Thor asked. "You don't know how to do three woodsmen? If only there were some diagrams or drawings we could access. If only it was animated so that you could see-"

"Don't make fun," I said.

"Don't worry about the logistics, Isis," Odin said. "We can make any kind of fucking work. We have a very diverse palette of styles and configurations."

Again with the feng shui. I smiled, feeling intoxicated, greedy. I wanted to fuck, to be filled. "Yes," I said, tired of words. "More. Yes."