I gasped, his fingers churning, pounding, and rubbing my g spot, and now his thumb was pressing down on my folds, and he did circles which had them grinding against my clit. His other hand had also ripped down my dress, and I’d barely noticed until I felt his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipples and squeezing so tightly around them.

  He continued in a deep commanding tone, “But now you do belong to me because I paid for it. That gold coin is your price, whore. I own you, baby. Your body, your sexy tight ass, the paradise of your hot pussy, your sweet mouth and bountiful tits. All mine, because now you’re my whore for real. Do you like that, being my whore, and the fact I just bought you and own you now. That you’re fucking me for money?”

  The shock and humiliation hit me like a lightning bolt to my clit, and I screamed and started to cream around his fingers, convulsing wildly around him as I cried out in sweet ecstasy all while my mind spun with depravity, shame, humiliation, and a powerful thrill at his words. The way he was owning me, telling me he owned me, telling me he bought me was driving me crazy. He didn’t even seem to care all of his cum was streaming out of my spasming pussy and all over my thighs, down to my ass, and all over him too.

  He growled, his eyes pinning mine in my pleasure, “Good, a whore’s pleasure is mine too, so cum again for me, now!” he barked, even as he pinched and pulled my nipple, and brushed my clit and g-spot.

  I screamed for him again, my pussy clenching and rippling around his fingers, massaging and milking them as he forcefully banged me through the sweet ecstasy and dirty transcendence. My mind was powerfully overwhelmed by the swirling and hot contradictions. So much love, so much pleasure and lust, but also so much shame and a wondrous feeling of defilement, all swirling together in my mind.

  Then he was kissing me, as I came down and moaned softly into his mouth, the soft pad of his thumbs wiping the tears away, and then caressing me so very lovingly.

  I stared at him in awe, and then giggled at the look of uncertainty in his eyes.

  “So, now I’m your princess and whore?”

  He snickered, “I love you, baby. And yes, you are.”

  I shivered, in a good way, still a little overwhelmed, but I also knew I’d loved it.

  “What made you think of doing that?”

  He shrugged, “Mostly last night with Amelia. Since I can’t degrade her or speak with contempt or disdain in my voice, or use vile and demeaning words, I tried to use stern tones, ones still tinged with awe, and she said she really liked it. So I thought you might too. I mean, they told me you like to feel that shame of being used, but that you wouldn’t like to be demeaned. Which made me think maybe this would give you a deeper thrill of humiliation, without true slut shaming tactics?”

  I giggled, “I see. And it did, god I was so mortified and ashamed how deeply your words thrilled me, at being paid to be your whore. I felt so defiled and nasty, but I didn’t feel judged at all by you. I felt like you still held me in awe. So it really worked for me, it was fantastic.”

  He kissed me softly, “Princess and the whore. I have a lot of princess spoiling to catch up on once it’s safe enough to go out in pairs.”

  I giggled, “Love you too, honey. I can’t wait for that spoiling, but I’m feeling it now, in the way you hold me and look at me in awe. You know, a good whore should clean up her customer’s mess, and that cum covered cock and your leg underneath me won’t lick itself up.”

  He chuckled, “If you do that, you’re going to have to drain me dry again, with that sweet and talented mouth.”

  I widened my eyes in mock surprise, “I never considered that, sir,” then I winked at him.

  He snorted, “Go ahead, and enjoy it, as I get my money’s worth.”

  Oh goddess, I clenched at that last, it really did drive me crazy, that he was paying for it. Sure, it was roleplay, I belonged to him out of love and our hopes and dreams of the future, but it was also the plain truth. I was so keeping that coin, for my efforts.

  I knew it was wrong and depraved, but it was so thrilling to me. I really was his whore now, even if just in the bedroom and by strict definition.

  I slid off his lap, and I got to work with a wicked contentment and warm lust to please him in my heart. His cum was so delicious, and even more so when mixed with my taste, and I couldn’t wait to extract more of it directly from the source.

  It was quite literally, what a whore’s mouth was for, after all.

  I also started to edge myself with my left hand, while I used my mouth, tongue, throat, and right hand to pleasure Gary. That way I could cum when he filled my mouth, which was always such a turn on, for both of us.

  Chapter Eleven

  Gary

  The conference room at the Marriot could’ve fit about twenty people, not just seven, but I suspected it was the smallest one they had available. A little extra space was fine however, the more distance between all of us, probably the better. The theory being none of us would attack the other in the middle of a crowded hotel in the middle of a city, but that didn’t mean any of us would be letting down our guards.

  Tatiana and Steven were already there, and both of them chose the head or foot of the long conference table. They’d likely come early just to claim the socially important seats. Tatiana was a statuesque black haired and green-eyed woman, with a severely beautiful face. Steven had black hair and dark brown eyes with a medium build. The rebirths of Hera and Hades, respectively.

  Natasha and I took the left side of the table closer to Tatiana, which had a superior view toward the door, so we could watch the whole room and the door without turning our backs to anyone. Which just seemed prudent if a bit paranoid. No one felt the need to say any greetings, so neither did we.

  Freda came in next, she was five foot three with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. The rebirth of Hestia sat on the left side too, equidistant between us and Steven. She was the only one of the three that didn’t look haughty, though there was plenty of distrust and caution on her face.

  That left Teresa and Bruce coming in one after the other right before the appointed time of one o’clock. Teresa had a closed off look on her face, she had light brown hair and gray eyes, with a lush body and a classic beauty of face. The rebirth of Demeter. Bruce of course was the rebirth of Poseidon, blond and blue eyes, an almost pretty face, with a wide muscular body type. Bruce wasn’t haughty either, his arrogance however was the worst among them, if casual and calculated to appear non-threatening.

  Tatiana said, “Now that we’re all here, I trust with time to consider it you’ve all come to realize I’m the best qualified to rule us in the interim?”

  Steven rolled his eyes with disgust, while Bruce snorted. Teresa didn’t react at all, and Freda just looked slightly annoyed. Natasha and I had expected it to start like this, so we kept our reactions as neutral as possible as well.

  Steven said, “Most certainly not, the whole idea is absurd, Tatiana. The obvious choices are Bruce or myself, we can both keep them all in line through fear, but I think I’m the better choice. If only because my power is over the earth and death, everyone lives on the ground. While Bruce’s power is quite impressive, he can’t do all that much away from the coasts or islands.”

  Bruce waved that away, “Perhaps with my power over water, but I have others, including storms. Besides, less impressive or not I can still rip a tier-two god apart with a thought, by controlling the water in their bodies. There’s no need to awe our gods with tidal waves, just to crush an ant, unless you’re suggesting we need a huge show of force to keep the humans out of our business? That would be a mistake.”

  Tatiana said waspishly, “We can agree on that much, Bruce. Large scale theatrics are not needed to keep our people in line, and it would be counterproductive with the humans of this age. We can all kill any tier-two god or below with power or witchcraft, so I think that point is moot. We need to focus on deciding who is best suited to rule, judge, and show good judgement in dealing with mortals and the supernatural races.”

  Steven waved in disgust, “That would be convenient for you, wouldn’t it? Ignoring that part, but the truth is it takes time to cast a spell. A sufficiently powerful tier-two could conceivable destroy you, just as Mark destroyed Clarissa twenty years ago, or Brandon took Nate’s head for example,” he nodded to Bruce, “At least his and my power are immediate and overwhelming in defense and attack. You really should bow out gracefully, Tatiana. It might just save your life.”

  Tatiana glared, “Was that a threat?”

  Steven waved, “Of course not, not from me directly, and more in the nature of a warning. The gods are entitled beings, and they would push back against you, while they would be far more cautious if I was in charge.”

  Bruce cleared his throat, “He makes a reasonable point,” then waved his hand, “Though with effort and automated spell defenses triggered to danger, that threat could be assuaged. Tatiana is correct about one thing. The real question is who is more suited to rule. Power is part of that, let’s face it, Nate and all his predecessors ruled by fear and power.”

  Both Steven and Tatiana glared at him, the latter said, “That was utterly useless circling. What is your point?”

  Bruce chuckled, “I think Tatiana would make a good advisor or partner in ruling, but a bad ruler. Not because she must fall back on witchcraft, but because her mantel of family makes her views far too extremist. For instance, we all know you hate Mark for having thirteen goddesses and another eight lovers besides. A ruler would have to work closely with him, and actually listen to his opinions. Acceptance of mantels and attitudes opposite that would have you treating those gods like second class citizens. I’m sorry, Tatiana, but you know it’s true. My mantel on the other hand is elemental, storms, oceans, ruling. I can see the need and balance in it all, in a way you can’t. My rule would be far more evenhanded.”

  Ouch, score one for Bruce, if a little brutal. Tatiana looked like her head just might explode, but the man seriously had a good point. Tatiana had major blind spots, just like Hera did in the tales. She certainly didn’t care for me and Natasha either, for all the same reasons.

  Steven clapped, “Excellent point, which leaves it between you and me, Bruce.”

  Tatiana choked on that, and the building storm broke, “I don’t have to like someone to treat them fairly. I’ve never made an enemy of Mark, like Nate did, and he had the same supposed evenhandedness in his mantel that you do. We’re all adults, and working with people we don’t like is a fact of life, such as sitting here with you two imbeciles,” she turned to the rest of us, “You’ve all been quiet, do you have no opinion.”

  Freda shrugged, “No stake. I have no interest in throwing my hat into the ring, nor making enemies by choosing a side when I really couldn’t care less who ends up ruling in Nate’s place. The three of you are all equally flawed and capable in different ways.”

  Teresa just crossed her arms, the same shuttered look of disinterest on her face as she nodded in agreement with Freda.

  Everyone looked to us, and we looked at each other, and I nodded.

  Natasha said, “We think it’s time to bring our government out of the dark ages. Dictatorships are never a good thing. That said, there’s what, a few hundred of us gods here on the entire planet? It’s not like we can build a republic, constitutional monarchy, or anything else truly enlightened. But we think we can build an oligarchy and split up the duties, influence, and powers between all of us. The council would only come into play, if one of us had proof one of the others were making a power grab or becoming corrupt.

  “For instance, Freda would make a fantastic foreign relations councilor and ambassador. Her mantle of hearth and home allows her to see the deep value of human life, and her mantel over government means she might even enjoy doing it. An additional idea there is that she could recruit pestilence to help out organizations like the world health organization. Give him a way to focus his negative mantel in a positive manner, and to give the humans another reason to like us. I bet there’s a lot of ways to leverage that kind of thing.

  “As for us, instead of becoming a watchdog over justice, we could take over sentencing and carrying out those sentences, become the judicial branch of the government so to speak. That would be the limit of our authority, and Freda would determine our foreign policy. The fact we’ve already recruited the goddess of retribution into our little justice council means we can deal with all lawbreakers fairly and without favoritism. You three may have the mantel to rule, but Nate was the only one with the mantel of justice even if failed to make use of it. Amelia is the obvious answer there, and we’d be guided by her mantel driven opinions.

  “Other parts would include internal policing, one of you could take some war gods in hand and spearpoint that effort, work with both Mark and the next person who would be in charge of a spy group, internal and external. Too often we’re too reactive, but with spies we could uncover issues and deal with them, before they become full blown fires.

  “An ancient fae I know said we used to use the fae to keep an eye on the humans, I’m sure a few would be open to recruitment, and that they probably have their own network already they’d let us tap.

  “We’d also need someone to tie it all together, so we could all keep an eye on each other’s business, checks and balances. Not someone in charge, but someone looking out for corruption and power grabs. It’d be more complicated than that of course, but that’s the rough framework we came up with.”

  Steven said, “That’s ridiculous. We don’t work well together.”

  Freda tilted her head, “Yet we’re sitting here now. I have to say the idea is attractive to me, I wouldn’t mind being the godly ambassador to the humans and supernatural races. We wouldn’t need to interact unless a council was called for, we could have lieutenants to do that for us. Such as whoever stepped up to do the policing part, could send the necessary information exchange to Gary and Natasha using a go between in the organizations. Or hell, we could just use e-mail or a joint database.”

  I said, “That’s true enough, we got on well enough with Carla. Once a week we could have her or someone like her escort us through the temporary holding, to judge them and sentence them to either a period of time in Tartarus for their crimes, or death. We’d never have to actually meet the head of the government’s executive head, law enforcement and such. Not regularly, at any rate.”

  Bruce waved, “It could probably work, but as you said there are a little over three hundred of us. It sounds… unnecessarily complicated.”

  Tatiana waved her hand, “And we’d be turning it over to the new Nate in twenty-one years?”

  I shook my head, “I think we might be able to keep it, that it would be better that way. Force the new Nate to become king like the modern kings of today in Europe, more a watchdog of the government. If he finds corruption, just like us he’d have to call a council and have us vote. I think five of seven of us would need to be in agreement to punish one of our own, or to put a new law on the books.

  “We’d all be on the same page, after all. Would any of us want to go back to the old way, or if one of you took over as a dictator type king now, then there’d be a civil war when he gets back, and we’d all be fractured. No, if we step into the future and a more enlightened government, I think we should keep it.”

  Tatiana narrowed her eyes in thought, “Did you have suggestions on who gets which of those tasks?”

  Natasha smiled, “We did have a few thoughts that way, about who we think would fit best where and enjoy the work most. But I don’t think we’ll share it, we’re not interested in appearing to dictate to all of you on what your roles would be, it’s enough that you might consider the idea and make it your own. I think you should all consider what role you’d like best, second best, and third best, and then see if we’re all on the same page or if we need to negotiate that out some more.”

  Steven said, “I don’t like the idea at all.”

  I shrugged, “Perhaps not, but some power and some say in the government is better than nothing. You can gamble for it all, and take the chance of walking away with none, or learn to compromise and pick something you’d enjoy doing the most. Being a dictator, even with the intentions of being a benevolent one, would be a huge pain in the ass, I’d think. But then, I don’t have a mantel of rule to contend with.”

  Freda said, “Regardless of all your decisions, would anyone object to me taking on that role now. The world’s governments are all feeling a bit nervous right now with the absence of Nate and we could use a public face with them now before human paranoia makes them do something stupid.”

  I could get on board with that. I honestly didn’t think the seven billion humans could win a war with the gods. But no one would win that war, not really, about half the gods would die, and a whole lot more humans, before they came to their senses.

  Tatiana replied with a casually arrogant wave, “As long as you don’t fight it, should we reject this plan and place a new absolute ruler into place, I have no objections to you performing the duties in the interim. It’s not a bad idea.”

  Bruce nodded, “I’m good.”

  Steven sighed, “I have no real reason to object either.”

  Tatiana shook her head and laughed in bemused delight, a clear departure from her usual waspish arrogance that had everyone immediately on guard.

  Steven snapped, “Something amusing?”

  Tatiana shrugged, “Just that Gary and Natasha may have a point. None of the three of us objected to Freda’s suggestion, because none of the three of us are looking forward to that particular duty and responsibly. Perhaps I will give their plan more thought. Not only would it split up the power and responsibility between us, but we also wouldn’t have to worry about sour grapes and one of us sabotaging the others out of boredom with no purpose and a chip on their shoulders. I mean, for perhaps the first time in history, we’d all be moving in the same direction to put a muzzle and leash on the next Nate, if for no other reason than that I’m willing to entertain the idea.”