“The queen must be comfortable,” Hades said. He turned to the general. “Well? Entertain us.” He sat on a large regal chair that was brought up for him… waiting.
Melos guided Persephone to the bed. “Let’s get this gorgeous gown out of our way, shall we?”
A trail of goosebumps sprouted up along her skin in the wake of Melos’ hands as he slid the fabric over her body. He passed the dress to a nearby servant.
Hades had left his chair and was beside her all of a sudden. She hadn’t even seen him move. He withdrew a thin strip of black fabric from a pocket of his jacket and blindfolded her with it. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Just feel, Sunshine. Everyone is here to bring you pleasure. This is your party.”
He urged her to lie back on the bed. Moments later, more than one pair of hands began rubbing oil into her skin. At first her arms and legs, then her belly and breasts. And then something slick and slippery was being rubbed between her legs, then deep inside her. Her hips arched off the bed, pressing harder into the hands. It felt so much like the time the castle had given her such similar sensations that she couldn’t resist the urge to pull back the blindfold to see if it was only an illusion.
But Melos and two other strange men were really touching her. The general was the one whose hand she bucked wildly against.
“Oh, she should be punished for that,” he said, his eyes meeting hers briefly. “Little rule breaker.”
At first she couldn’t think what she’d done. Oh. The blindfold.
“Indeed,” Hades said. “We have a deviant on our hands it seems.”
Melos pulled the blindfold back down over her eyes.
“Do you want me to punish you, my dear?” he whispered. “I’m quite good at it.”
He pressed a hand against her cheek. All at once, images flooded her mind of the general whipping a chained nude woman. The woman appeared torn between enjoying it and hating it. As these images continued, the general pushed a finger inside Persephone. She moved eagerly against him.
But he didn’t just give her images, he gave her knowledge to go with it. He pushed it somehow into her mind. The scene he showed her had been a sexual game of sorts. And yet at the same time, it had been deadly serious. It was one of his captives in the lower realms—someone there for true and eternal punishment. She’d pleased him, and before long, his punishments had developed an edge of pleasure which she struggled in vain not to crave. Eventually, he’d released her from her sentence and from the lower realms.
The general removed his hand from Persephone’s cheek and the images stopped, then he removed her blindfold. Now the only thing she could see was Melos looking down at her.
“What do you think? Want to try it with me?”
Persephone bit her lip and nodded. She shouldn’t want him to play that game with her, but she did. She couldn’t get the vision and feelings out of her mind of that woman so helpless and scared, still succumbing to pleasure in the pain he gave her. The temptation of being lost inside such a space overwhelmed her—like a weird sort of freedom in the middle of her captivity.
“Hades, you have toys?” Melos called over his shoulder.
“You know I do. What’s a party without toys?”
More servants wheeled in a large, square, dark, wooden box. It had all sorts of strange markings and symbols etched into it as if it had been forged with the darkest of magic.
Melos opened the box and started rifling through it, tossing items out onto the bed. “Put her in the chastity belt. I don’t want anyone touching her until I’m ready for her to come.”
One of the males helped her into a sleek leather chastity belt and locked it. Persephone looked for Hades’ reaction to all this, but his face gave nothing away. He sat silently in the large throne-like chair, nursing a short stocky glass of an amber liquid. His eyes were locked on hers. He was still fully dressed, but she could see the outline of his erection, the one clue betraying his excitement.
She’d thought they would use the bed, but the general made her stand, facing Hades, her legs wide, her arms spread open over her head. The moment he’d positioned her as he wanted her, she jumped as a sharp sound like a whip sliced the air next to her. But the sound wasn’t a whip.
It was black vines shooting out of the floor and ceiling on the general’s command, restraining her in the position he’d placed her in.
He leaned close, that snake-like tongue darting out against her throat to sniff the edges of her fear. “If you want to look at things so badly, look at your master. Don’t take your eyes off his, or your punishment will only get worse. And he won’t stop me. He likes it too much.”
If Persephone had any doubt that Hades was entirely pleased by the events of the party so far, those doubts were erased in the smirk that inched up the side of his face. If anything, it seemed Hades and the general had played like this together in the past, and Melos’ ordinary job was merely extending from the lower realms into the party.
Without the blindfold, she wasn’t sure what would be harder to look at, the other guests watching her being whipped, or Hades. His calm, silent stare unmade her. She knew he’d be disappointed if she looked away. As if she could. His gaze held her so hypnotized that she didn’t see Melos pick up the whip. She didn’t hear him move behind her.
It wasn’t until the leather strip landed against her back that she jerked in the vines that held her. She let out a surprised gasp at the sharp sting that burned across her skin. It was harder than her first and only punishment a week ago with Hades.
Hades’ smirk turned into a full excited smile as he watched her realize what she’d just signed on for.
After the first strike, she heard the whip slice the air the moment before it landed, each time feeling as though it seared all the way through her.
As the general whipped her, she was sure the leather would flay her flesh off, but though she cried out, and the tears flowed down her face, and her body shook in her restraints with each lash, somehow she knew her skin remained intact. Hades wouldn’t let him truly harm her.
She knew it in the way he held her gaze. The general may be whipping her, but it was Hades who touched her and was in absolute control of her. Their eyes remained locked together, connecting them beyond time and place so that everything disappeared but the dark gaze she was lost in. Not the lost of insanity… a scarier lost. Persephone thought as they shared this intimate moment, that something had shifted inside her.
She didn’t just need him near. She didn’t just crave his touch. She thought she might be starting to love him. She hated the underworld, but she loved its master. How could she love the person who had stolen her from the sunlight and buried her beneath the ground in endless night? The man who had put a collar around her throat and made her body open to him and all the pleasure and pain he offered.
Hades took a drink from his glass, his eyes never leaving her. The tears streamed down her face, and she wasn’t sure if it was the pain of the whip or the realization that she would do absolutely anything Hades commanded. She didn’t even want to disobey him. She couldn’t decide if her pleasure was for her or for his amusement. She didn’t know if she liked the pain Melos delivered or if she took it because she saw how aroused it made Hades.
“She takes punishment well. Like a pro,” Melos said.
“She’s more than I ever dared to hope for,” Hades said, his eyes not straying from Persephone’s.
Her throat went tight at that declaration. All she wanted was to please him. All she wanted was for him to never stop looking at her like this.
The general ran his hands gently over the places along her back and thighs where he’d whipped her. Heat rose off her flesh, but though it had hurt, she remained sure he hadn’t broken skin. He laid the whip aside, and then his hand snaked around to the front, pressing between her legs.
She knew he had some sort of powers from the way he’d put images and knowledge in her mind with just a hand on her cheek, but it seemed he had othe
r powers as well. His hand resting between her legs began to vibrate. But even with whatever magic he was using, the leather barrier of the chastity belt muted the feeling so that her arousal crept higher and higher the longer he held his hand against her. She couldn’t reach her peak this way. Still, she closed her eyes, straining, seeking it.
Melos whispered in her ear. “What did I say about not taking your eyes off your master?”
Persephone’s eyes shot open, going back to Hades, who looked entirely amused and entertained by this. Again, his gaze held her in thrall as she thrust her pussy against the general’s hand.
“I can feel the warmth of her cunt through the leather. She’s hungry.”
“Good,” Hades said. Then he turned his words to Persephone. “Tell me you’re my good little whore.”
“I-I’m your good little whore, Master.”
“So much sweeter out of your lips than mine,” Hades said.
The vibrating sensation stopped, and she was no longer sure if it had all been an illusion in her mind, or if it had somehow been real. He moved his hand to her mouth, his finger trailing over her lip before he pressed it inside her mouth. She accepted the mock penetration and sucked, her tongue stroking languidly over his finger.
“I bet she’s a fabulous cocksucker,” he said, pressing a second finger into her mouth as she moaned and whimpered around them, still watching her master for fear that Melos might punish her some more if she broke eye contact again.
She was about to come out of her skin with need. Hades never denied her pleasure like this. The throbbing between her legs had grown so intense she was sure that if she could focus she could come just with her thoughts.
“Bring her to me,” Hades said.
The vines disappeared back into the ceiling and floor, and Persephone fell forward, her hands catching her fall against the cool marble.
“Crawl to him,” Melos said.
By this point, she was a quivering ball of need. When she reached him, he’d already freed his cock from his pants.
“I want my guests to watch you suck me,” Hades said.
“Please, Master… I need.”
His smile was warm. “I know what you need, Sunshine.”
He motioned to someone out of her line of sight. Hands seemed to come out of nowhere to unlock and remove the chastity belt. Cool air hit the wetness between her thighs, driving her even more mad with need
“Please me, and they’ll please you,” Hades said.
Persephone didn’t hesitate. She gripped his cock with one hand as she licked his warm skin. He seemed to pulse with as much desire as she did. He just had better control of his emotions.
As she worked his cock, she had a heightened awareness of being watched. Fifty pairs of eyes on her, watching her pleasure her master with her mouth. She got so lost in the moment that at first she didn’t realize hands were on her, stroking every inch of her, spreading her legs wider. Her body trembled as a long tongue pushed its way inside her. The tongue plunged in and out of her, occasionally coming out to softly lick her clit.
Then the tongue was gone and someone was working a cool thick dildo inside of her. She closed her eyes and returned her focus to Hades, her head bobbing up and down on his cock in time to the phallus fucking her.
When he came, he petted her hair and murmured his approval. She didn’t hesitate to swallow every drop, needing more and more of him inside her. A few moments later, her own orgasm came, clawing its way up from somewhere deep inside her belly. She screamed out her pleasure as she floated on the sea of hands stroking her.
After a few moments, the hands receded, the toy that had been inside her was gone, and she knelt on the ground between Hades legs, her head resting on his thigh while he continued to stroke her hair. They stayed that way for a long time.
But then needy hands began to paw at her again, and her desire to be fondled and fucked returned. There was no amount of pleasure that was too much, no amount of degrading debauchery that she wouldn’t gladly submit to—all for her master’s entertainment and to feed her own growing appetites.
She felt herself being pulled up off the floor and taken back to the bed.
Most of the guests had started engaging in their own sexual games among themselves, but their attention never seemed to stray far from Persephone, as if what happened with and to her helped fuel their own lusts.
Hours passed like this with hands and cocks and tongues all demanding entrance into her body. Persephone gave them everything they demanded over and over again.
She couldn’t see Hades now. She felt him near, but he must be playing with someone else. Strangely, that idea didn’t bother her. After all, she was playing with others. Lots of others.
One of the males lubed the large marble cock of the statue next to the bed while one of the females rubbed more slippery cool lube inside Persephone’s pussy. She didn’t resist the two strong males who lifted her up and carried her to the statue.
She straddled the marble creature as the males helped lower her onto the thick phallus. Despite how much she’d been penetrated, the statue’s cock was frighteningly large. It had required a lot of lube and the insistence of strong hands pushing her down over it to successfully seat the thing inside her. Several guests chanted for her to fuck it, exciting her more. She gripped the beast’s shoulders and raised and lowered herself onto the marble protrusion.
“Harder,” someone shouted from the crowd.
One of the males who’d helped her mount the statue, gripped her hard around the waist and raised and lowered her faster and harder, his speed and strength far more than a mere mortal could have managed. All she could do was hold on as the pleasure built inside her.
“That’s right,” he growled. “Come for us.”
Chapter Six
Hades sat on a leather couch at the far end of the ballroom drinking another glass of scotch. Persephone was a big hit. She was everything he’d imagined and more. The gathering had turned quickly from pleasantries and polite pretense to a debauched orgy in nearly the blink of an eye—as he’d known it would.
It hadn’t taken long for every stitch of clothing to come off every creature down here and for bodies to start entwining and clawing toward their pleasure. Hades was probably the only one in the room currently wearing pants. He wanted to at least look like he had some control of himself. Clearly no one else did. Not that he minded.
If an underworld party at the castle didn’t turn into a full decadent descent into pure naked hedonism, well, he’d completely failed.
One of the servants crossed the floor with purpose, his gaze trained on the ground in front of him. When he reached Hades, he made a small bow and held out a silver tray. “My Lord.”
On the tray was a small, white piece of paper folded over once, with a red wax seal on it. Hades took the note from the tray. “Thank you, you may go.” He knew without opening it that this would not require a response.
The servant scampered off into the crowd. Hades broke the seal. He knew who it was from. Since he’d brought Persephone to the underworld, he’d had spies out in force watching the upper world. He’d told Nick to keep him informed when anything changed.
Hades had known almost the moment Zeus knew Persephone had been taken. The poor humans. It had been several days of unrelenting wind and rain and hail. Hail so big it hadn’t been safe for the little mortals to venture outside.
The note contained a short, scrawled message.
He knows about the party.
Hades smiled, refolded the paper, and slipped it into his pants pocket. If Zeus was able to come down here, Hades would be in a world of hurt. Luckily, he couldn’t enter the underworld. Hades had hoped word of the party would spread and reach Zeus, but he hadn’t expected word would reach him this soon.
Her father would know Persephone was to be the centerpiece of the event. He would know all the many ways Hades would desecrate her innocence and all the many beings down here who would have their turn with
her.
If the weather systems in the upper world had been bad when Zeus learned of his daughter’s kidnapping, Hades couldn’t wait to see the disaster zone knowledge of the party would inspire. There might not be a world left.
Zeus should not have spent so much time and energy keeping her pure. Didn’t he know by now that the more tightly you controlled your children, the more wild they went when they were finally free? No one illustrated this lesson better than Persephone.
But Hades didn’t want to think of Zeus and revenge all night, not when there was a perfectly good orgy happening. Several naked women practically crawled all over him, their hands rubbing up and down his thighs—consorts of some of his generals. One of them licked and bit at one of his exposed nipples.
“Please, My Lord,” she whimpered. “Let us please you.”
“Hades!” It was Persephone. A panicked, distressed cry.
He jumped up, causing them to tumble to the ground. It only took a few quick strides to reach her.
“Stop!” he ordered.
The under beings who’d been having their way with Persephone moved away from her instantly.
“My Lord, Hades, I’m sorry,” one of the males said, cowering pathetically. “She was fine just a moment ago. We would never disrespect...”
“I know.” This was perhaps too much for her too soon. Hades helped Persephone off the bed and led her from the ballroom to a small parlor out of the way of the main party. The room was quiet and empty.
“Sit,” he said.
She sat on a sofa in the middle of the room, crying and trembling. A servant came in with a robe and draped it around her.
“Your Grace,” a second servant said, holding out a glass of water.
Persephone took the glass and drank it down quickly. “Thank you.”
“Leave us,” Hades said. “And shut the door behind you.”
“Yes, My Lord,” they said, quickly obeying his command.