The Queen in the Labyrinth (Femdom Submission, Multiple Partner Menage) (The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea Book 7) (3 page)

In a flash, Klea’s hands were twisted up behind her back and she was being led over to the throne, then bent over it, then her hands tied to the chair legs at the bottom, legs tied to legs. Her dress was shoved up rudely, cunt and ass on display to the world. Upside down, Klea could see the two men behind her, and the queen pull the dildo from her pussy, stand, and walk over. Then she felt the sting of the whip, right across the backs of her thighs.

“Ow!” she cried.

“I told you,” the queen purred. Two more lashes hit, and Klea gritted her teeth. “You go first,” she said to one of the men. Klea couldn’t see which one. “And you touch yourself and watch.”
 

She walked around to be by Klea’s head, where she knelt down.

“You come when I say,” she whispered. “You come before that and you’ll taste the whip.”

Klea nodded. She could see the third man, with the dick cage, still on hands and knees behind her. Then, hands grabbed her hips from behind and a long, hard cock pushed in roughly.

“OHHHHH,” the man moaned, in ecstasy. Right away Klea heard the whip crack across his skin, and then a whimper. Klea wondered when the last time the man had been allowed to come was, because he fucked frantically, as though he would lose the privilege at any moment.

Don’t come
, she thought, even as she felt her own orgasm begin to mount.
Don’t come, don’t come.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in months,” the man said. “Your pussy feels so good. You’re so wet.”
 

His thrusts became more regular, began to hit home more. Klea bit her lip and tried to think about something else—her nursemaid, the constellations—but it was almost impossible with this big dick slamming into her like this.

“Ohh,” he said. “I can’t last. I’m not gonna last.” The thrusts became more urgent again as he lost control. “May I please come, mistress?”

“Why should I let you?” the woman said, out of Klea’s range of vision.

“I’ve been such a good slave,” he said in a voice that was half-whimper, half-whisper. “Her pussy is so tight.”

He lapsed into silence, still plunging in and out. Klea tried hard to relax and not come, but the angle and how aroused she’d been made it hard. She focused on a torch and tried not to think about anything else.

“All right,” the woman said, and almost instantly the man slammed into Klea as hard as he could and she felt him pump into her with a ferocity she’d never felt before as he practically roared his orgasm out. Klea found herself biting her upper arm, almost hard enough to draw blood, breaths shallow and rapid, trying her best not to come herself. What was sexier than being cum in, though? What was hotter than bringing someone else to orgasm?

The man withdrew and Klea felt his jizz roll out of her pussy. She exhaled, glad for a moment’s respite taking deep breaths over the side of the chair.

“Fuck her,” the woman said, and the next man, the one with the ball gag, eagerly plunged his cock into her waiting pussy, the first man’s cum providing extra lubrication. This man fucked much faster and couldn’t say anything, only moan with the gag in. He grunted with every thrust, wild animal noises. It didn’t take him long at all to sound like he was about to come, his noises half-moan half-shriek.

“Slow down,” the woman told him. He obeyed in an instant, drawing his cock all the way of out Klea, pushing it back in slowly and firmly. Klea moaned into the chair, hands clenched, her orgasm hanging by a thread, using all her willpower not to come. The man’s groans had slowed, too, lower and less frantic as he fucked her and she tried to stay calm.

Finally, the woman spoke up. “All right,” she said to the man. “You may come.” In two more strokes he was roaring as well, shapeless words around his gag, as he thrust helplessly into her, squirting so much that she could feel it slide off around his dick.

“Go clean yourself off,” the woman said when he withdrew, and he disappeared into the maze. Then she pointed at the third man, the one in the chastity belt, the one she’d fucked.

“Your turn,” the queen said. He rose eagerly and walked to her, saying nothing. She produced a key from inside her corset and swung the metal cage around his cock open, then pulled it off entirely. Still watching upside-down, Klea could see his member stiffen slowly, as if just remembering how.

“Touch yourself,” the woman said, and the man, still silent, wrapped his hand around his now-hardened cock and let out a shaky groan. Then Klea felt a hand on her ass and the head of his cock at her entrance.

The final man fucked her slowly, as if savoring the moment, something that made it much harder for Klea not to come right away. She held her breath to distract herself, until she saw stars. When she gasped for air the man, both his hands holding her hips, thrust back and forth leisurely, plunging all the way out and all the way back in. Klea began to moan, both hands wrapped around the legs of the chair, squeezing as if that would let her retain some control.

“If you’re going to come, you need to ask permission,” the woman said. Klea bit her lip, unwilling to do it just yet. “Or you get the whip,” she said quietly.

The man behind her grunted, thrusting in and out, and finally Klea couldn’t take it anymore. She’d never been fucked so long or so hard without coming.

“Can I please come?” she asked.

“Hmm,” said the woman. She slid the whip through her hands as if thinking.

Klea could feel herself on the brink, her heart hammering, the feeling about to explode through her body whether she wanted it to or not. “Please,” she whispered.

“I suppose,” said the woman, and instantly the orgasm knocked Klea over, covering her from head to toe as she sagged against the chair and let the bursts of pleasure take her over. Somewhere behind her, she heard the man ask the same thing, the woman also give him permission, felt his cock harden and spasm inside her for what seemed like minutes. Klea felt drained, as if her long-needed orgasm had been the same thing as running a marathon.
 

The man pulled out and undid her ties, then left. Klea stood and rubbed her wrists, letting her dress fall back down to her feet, facing the short blonde queen, feeling unstable on her feet.

“Follow me out,” the queen said, and walked to a wall. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed in one stone, high up, and a door slid back and then to the right. The castle was right behind it.

Klea’s jaw dropped open. The queen smiled.

In the end, they hobbled the bull’s legs together with rope and made an extra-sturdy pen for it on the ship Klea took back. The queen hadn’t been lying: King Minos was glad to be rid of the constant reminder of his wife’s psychosis and monstrous extra-marital child. Klea saw that the three men from the night before were all guards stationed behind him, and had to wonder: how much did the king know? Did he care how his wife got off, as long as it wasn’t with an animal and she didn’t wind up pregnant? People had the strangest arrangements.

Back on Rhodes, bull firmly in a stone pen, Klea went to see the king but was stopped at his door.

“He’s expecting me,” she said.

The guards exchanged a look.

“Sorry,” one said.

“Can’t I at least go into the waiting room in there?”

“Sorry,” said the other.

Klea looked from one to the other, trying to figure out what was going on. Then, very faintly behind the closed door, she heard a grunt, then the sound of someone’s breath hissing through his teeth. She looked each guard in the eye again, one at a time.

“I’ll check back later,” she said. Somehow, she felt like she’d just gotten the upper hand.

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The Erotic Adventures of Heraklea
is a gender-swapped retelling of the Hercules myth. It's got dirty sex, nasty monsters, and a very horny protagonist — and the whole thing is FREE on Kindle Unlimited!

Prelude: Olympian Pleasure
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Part One: Bruises in the Morning
(Rough Shifter Sex)

Part Two: Legend of the Hydra
(An FMF Monster Threesome)

Part Three: Bound and Blind
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Part Four: The Centaurs and the False Maiden
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Part Five: In Among the Gods
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Part Six: Two Hundred Eyes
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Part Seven: The Queen in the Labyrinth
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Part Eight: Insatiable
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Part Nine: Pleasing her Majesty
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Part Twelve: Satisfied at Last
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