Page 40 of Deadmen's Captive

"Good." His tone was almost gentle, but it chilled me to the bone. “This is what you signed up for. Too late to back out now.”

His words stilled me for a moment. I hadn’t signed up for this. What the fuck was he talking about?

"Hear her, Deadmen," he shouted, turning back towards the spectators. "Hear our Persephone's desperate pleas for mercy as we begin her trials."

He turned back to face me, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight as the crowd erupted again. A sea of masks stared back at me and I felt sick. Hades approached me, his gaze cold and calculating. He lifted a hand to my hair, stroking down behind my ear, his fingertips trailing down the side of my neck. A shiver ran through me, but I wasn't sure it was entirely from fear this time. My heart hammered against my ribs as his fingers trailed along my collarbone and along the edge of my neckline, dipping down over the curve of my breast.

His touch was tender, an odd contrast to the hardness in his eyes.

“Time to play, Persephone,” he whispered, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel smirk. He raised his other hand, and gently pulled open the folds of fabric, revealing my bare breasts to the whole room. I struggled, but he simply smiled, his dark eyes fixed on my flesh.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

My heart pounded in my chest and shame washed over me as I heard the lustful cheers and whistles. They were enjoying this. My humiliation. My degradation. The tears came again, hot and heavy as I closed my eyes.

The situation was spiralling out of control but I knew there was no escape. I was their plaything now, meant for nothing more than their perverse entertainment. My eyes flew open in shock as his lips settled around my nipple and he sucked, flicking his tongue over the tip. Heat flooded through me at his caress, and I swallowed back a moan, embarrassment burning in my cheeks. The Reapers were still watching me, all of them, their eyes drinking in every inch of my exposed flesh. I was bare before them. Vulnerable. A sacrifice to their dark appetites. The hall fell into a hush, the anticipation palpable. Fear gripped me, but there was also something else... an odd sense of arousal that only heightened my sense of vulnerability.

Hades’ hand returned to my other breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple with a gentle stroke as his tongue caressed the other. His touch was both firm and gentle at the same time. It brought sensations that I wished I could deny, but my body was reacting to him despite my fear. My nipples hardened under his attention, an embarrassing betrayal of my own arousal.

"See how our Persephone reacts," he said, pulling away from my breast so his voice could reach the silent crowd.

There were murmurs of agreement from them, their faces staring at my exposed body with a morbid fascination that only fed my terror. Hades gave me a twisted smile, satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

"Does our Persephone please you?" Hades asked, his voice booming through the hall. The crowd roared in affirmation. My cheeks flushed with humiliation.

"Ready for more?" Hades asked but it wasn't truly a question. His thumb slipped lower, skimming over my taut stomach before dipping into my navel. A gasp ripped from my throat at the unexpected touch, more heat pooling low in my body.

Their laughter echoed in my ears but I couldn't bring myself to look at them. I kept my gaze on him, those dark eyes promising more torment to come.

The whispers got louder, the anticipation thicker. Hades hand moved lower still, sliding into the folds of my dress, his fingertips brushing over the top of my mound. My body shuddered involuntarily, heat spreading through me at an alarming rate. I clenched my teeth against the leather ball in my mouth trying to ignore it but it was harder than I thought. Hades withdrew his hand, and I sighed in relief, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the cold marble wall. Then I felt his hands on my ankle, sliding slowly up my calf and then my thigh.

I opened my eyes and looked down, horrified as I saw Hades on his knees from front of me, his hand gripping the front piece of my skirt as he dragged it slowly up my body. My heart pounded against my ribs, echoing loudly in my ears. His hand reached the top of my leg, and looking up, he passed the fabric of my skirt to Nate, who still stood at my side, close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.

I strained against my bindings once more, as I watched Hades take out a knife from his robes. He slid the flat of the blade up my thigh, the cold metal sending a shiver through me. With a sudden flick, he cut through the side of my underwear, moving my skirt to slide them down my other leg. My face burned and I gasped as I realised that not only could he now see me completely exposed, but if he moved his head the entire hall would see me too. A cheer rose up from the crowd at my reaction, stripping away what little dignity I had left. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard against the heat rushing over me in waves. This wasn't what I wanted.

"Beautiful," he said again, a whisper meant only for me. It was hardly a compliment, more like an appraisal. Each word from him made my skin crawl, even as my body responded to his touch in ways I couldn't understand. Hades leaned forward, pressing his lips to the inside of my thigh, and a moan escaped me before I could swallow it down.

"Now our little flower is truly blooming," Tristan said, his voice barely audible over the crowd.

Hades let out a low laugh as he continued to move upwards, his tongue flicking over my sensitive skin. Tristan leaned closer, his lips finding the skin of my neck and I stiffened as he cupped my breast as Hades had done before. Nate's mouth found my other nipple, sucking harder than Hades and desire shot through me despite my audience. Hades moved higher, his hands pushing my legs further apart and I whimpered as his tongue flicked over my pussy before pushing between my lips.

I tried to squirm away, but the restraints held me fast. The crowd roared in approval. Their eyes, hungry and leering, were watching me. The thought sickened me, even as my body betrayed me with its reactions. Hades’ tongue was hot and insistent, tracing the sensitive folds before plunging deeper. My body jolted and a moan slipped past my lips as he feasted on me. His expert touch spiralled a wave of intensity that made my breath hitch. I gasped, pulling at the restraints, trying to hold on as much as trying to pull away. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me open as his mouth devoured me. The pleasure was too much, ripping through my body like wildfire. I tried to fight it, the humiliation burning hot in my cheeks. But the more I fought it, the stronger the pleasure became, overpowering everything else.

Tristan and Nate continued kissing and touching me, their lips and hands creating an onslaught of sensations that were too much and not enough all at once. The hall filled with hushed whispers and muffled laughter. Their eyes were on me, drinking in every moment of my vulnerability. I could feel both Nate and Tristan at my sides, their cocks hard as they pressed against my hips. Tristan sucked hard on my neck, his hand wrapped around my throat, and I could feel Nate pushing my breasts together as he moved his mouth to my other nipple, sucking hard, the caress almost painful, but incredible. My moans came quickly now, as Hades continued his assault, sucking on my clit and driving me higher.

The room spun around me in a heady mixture of fear and want. The pleasure built quickly, rising higher and higher until it felt like my entire body was on the verge of exploding.

My body was close to succumbing, I could feel the pressure building, but I couldn't let go. Not now, not like this. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut trying to control the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

But it was all too much.

The roar of the crowd faded, the room seemed to blur as waves of pleasure washed over me. My body convulsed violently against the restraints as waves of pleasure coursed through me over and over again until I was nothing but a trembling mess. I gasped for breath, my heart pounding as I hung limply on the wall, utterly spent. The cheers around me were muffled in my ears, replaced with the loud drumming of my own heartbeat.

Hades stood slowly and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm before turning to face the crowd with a triumphant smirk. "Our Persephone is sweet indeed," he declared loudly. Laughter and applause echoed in response, filling the room. Tears dripped down my cheeks as the shame and humiliation filled me, my heart still pounding as I came down from my release. Hades turned back to me, and pressed his lips to my hair.

“Well done, Persephone. Now, it is time for my Knights to pass their own trials.” He stepped away and my head snapped up in shock as Tristan moved around to the front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine.

“Glow for me, sunshine,” he murmured, smiling as he dropped to his knees between my legs.

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