Page 22 of The Deeper Game (The Kinky Bank Robbers #3)

“Oh my God,” I panted as one of my guys pressed against me from behind, sending waves of feeling through me.

A hand snaked around my hip.

Fingers parted my hot folds, delving in, caressing my clit.

I closed my eyes, melting with desire.

The finger moved and stroked through the hot slickness between my legs—slowly. Excruciatingly slowly.

I tried to move against it, to create some pressure, but my guys could be a little evil.

My legs strained to come together, but the spreader bar prevented it.

Thor—it had to be him—was driving me a little wild.

Another hand reached around and brushed my nipple.

“She’s ready,” Thor said.

Zeus reached up as if he might be about to remove his hood.

“Stop! Keep the hood on,” I gasped.

Zeus stilled his hands. Grunted.

“You think pretty elves walking around in forests get a say in that kind of thing?” Odin asked.

“No,” I breathed as rough hands parted my butt cheeks. And the hood stayed on.

“Important that you know that, elf,” Odin said.

I gasped as his finger gently spread lube over the pucker of my asshole.

I closed my eyes, feeling everything acutely, as though my asshole had grown extra nerve endings, and whoever it was back there was exploring each and every one of them, roaming over all the little folds and the tiniest creases.

I imagined him pressing inward. I craved that he would, but he just kept circling, teasing.

I opened my eyes to come face to face with Zeus’s dark hood. It sent a zing of heat into my belly.

The finger pushed in just a tiny bit behind me, then out.

In the cartoon, the elf girl begs and cries for them to stop while they touch her and fuck her. I didn’t want Thor to stop, but I wondered what it would be like, to fully playact it.

A part of me wanted to fully playact it. The begging. The distress. But if I cried, they might stop.

Zeus cast aside the crop and brought his hands to his crotch, and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a hole in the tights. With sure, strong movements, he freed his cock, huge and thick and pale, jutting out from the smooth green fabric. “Strip her,” he commanded.

Rough hands behind me ripped off my waifish little dress, destroying it, no doubt. It was in the zone I couldn’t see.

The fabric fell away, and I was naked, trapped there. And the hoods seemed even more psycho now in a way that majorly turned me on.

Zeus came to me then, head on. Hands behind me grabbed underneath my ass, supporting me as Zeus lifted my spread legs up so that his jutting exposed cock was positioned right against my hot, wet sex.

“Oh,” I said. He was Zeus, but also this hooded woodsman, about to plunder the elf girl.

“Feel it,” Odin whispered into my ear as Zeus pressed the fat tip of his cock partly into me, easing it in by increments.

I breathed, feeling it.

“You’re not struggling enough,” Odin added. “It seems to me that elves who are ravished in forests should be a little more upset.”

“What?” I asked.

“It seems to me,” Odin said, speaking slowly this time, “that if you don’t seem distressed enough, we’ll distress you.”

In the perfect choreography that was my bank robbers, the finger at my ass was gone, replaced by a hard slap.

“Ow!” I cried, more from the surprise.

“Beg us to stop,” Odin said, grabbing my hair.

Zeus withdrew, still hanging onto my thighs. His cock bobbed against my sex.

I looked into Odin’s faceless hood. In a low voice, he said, “Act distressed like the elf in the cartoon, or I’ll whip you until you really are distressed. She’s distressed when the fucking starts.”

How many times had they watched that thing?

“Maybe she doesn’t want to be that elf girl,” Zeus said.

“Do you want to be that elf girl?” Odin asked.

“Yes, let me be her,” I gasped. “I want to be like her.”

“Then be like her,” Zeus growled, getting with the program now.

Just then something large, hard, and cool pressed into my asshole.

It was so much feeling—too much goodness.

“Don’t, please,” I whimpered.

Zeus pulled my thighs wider as Thor kept forcing the thing in, penetrating me, invading me. “Please, no,” I gasped, even though I meant the opposite.

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

I cried out.

“ 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,” 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 fully 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 ecstatically as Thor’s hard head pushed into my asshole, filling me. He felt so huge going in. So huge.

We’d done this before, but the elf thing made me 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. I fought it, wanting the 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 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.

Forest debris poked into my bare back as I stared up at the moon, lost in the dream of the elf girl.

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 hotly.

“Haven’t you used me enough, woodsman?”.

“Stay still. Stay right there.”

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

He jerked his hand up 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.”

“You’re good with it?” Odin asked.

“Yes,” I said.

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

“It will be glorious,” Odin said.

“And I want the whole tattoo, too,” 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.