After Billy and his way more than two dozen friends got done with me, I got ‘inked up’ as Shikra put it. In this case, it meant a raven tattoo above my left breast and another, more curious one on my back right shoulder blade.
It’s known as a ‘leviathan cross’. A cross with two, at times three, branches and an infinity circle at the bottom. Having worked in law for two decades, I was familiar with the symbol. They’re everywhere, and yet nowhere. I’ve seen it on homeless men, whores, actors, police, mafia, priests, doctors, and trash collectors – all walks of life. Men always have theirs on a forearm and women always have theirs on their back right shoulder blade. I don’t know what they call themselves but I call them ‘Leviathans’. They’re into running drugs, guns, prostitution, extortion, gambling, loan sharking, coup d e tats, rigging elections, money laundering, etc. Apparently, I work for them now.
Shikra made it clear back at the office that I’d break laws and whore from this moment forward. If I refused an assignment or exposed myself early, I’d be out of the organization with nowhere to go. That was the last thing I wanted. My old life, even though it was just a few days ago, seemed like a lifetime. My job, marriage, and family – I let it all go and found Amy’s level of happiness. Shikra told me I’d dropped off guns, drugs and bribe money at the courthouse in that briefcase. I had no idea what was in it, but I knew it was illegal because the guard escorted me past the checkpoint. I liked breaking the law, it was thrilling!
She had me dropped off a mile from my hotel room, naked, and I walked from there. I enjoyed it. I don’t know if she meant it as punishment or torture but I found it very freeing. I liked the feel of the cool, night air across my body. It was empowering to be that naked and totally unashamed. Cars passed me going both ways but I never tried to hide my body. Why would I? A long-haul trucker stopped, and I gave him a blow job. I smiled the entire time knowing I’d taken on more than two dozen men in just a few hours and satisfied them all more than once. I never stopped cumming – even on the walk home. My vibrator was on low. I laughed because I was elated. I was a naked whore walking alone on a dark road with cum still inside my cunt and another that I had just swallowed.
Walking into room number eleven, I saw someone had installed vending machines along the back wall, one junk food, and the other soda – no coins needed. There was also a package of two-milligram estrogen pills next to my bed. Attached was a note, “three per day.” I took one and headed for a hot shower…my first since this started. A week ago, I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of what I’d done, but now I’m beyond caring about the opinion of others. Why? Sex feels great when done right, and even if it’s not, it’s still pretty good. I’ve had more sex and orgasms in the last few days than in the entirety of my life.
For the men: To be honest, women have a hole that we more than enjoy being filled. When a man pushes into you, you can feel his power. You can feel him slowly filling you up with his length and girth. Feel his skin sliding back and forth along his muscle. When he cums, you can feel him twitching around inside of you, and pulsating as he floods you. Most women also have a need to submit – when you take a man into your mouth, usually we’re on our knees which satisfies that need. As I take a man past my lips, I know I have his full attention and his power in me. Like most women, I need that. A rather famous female musician wrote a song in the 80s that describes how she feels in that moment. She said it feels like praying. He calls, and she must answer on her knees and feel his power.
The hot shower allowed me to rinse off my fresh tattoos. Waiting on the bathroom sink for me was medical ointment, medical tape, paper towels, and Saran wrap. If you’ve ever gotten a tattoo, you know what that means. Tattoos ‘weep’ for about a week. The better care you take of your tats, the longer they look fresh. Mine were dark black and I wanted them to stay that way.
Out of habit, I wrapped a towel around my body and another in my hair. I was using a cotton swab to remove water from my ears when I saw a naked man sitting on my bed. He was sporting a leviathan tattoo on his right forearm and another on his chest – shoes with wings. Hermes. Messenger of the gods.
He had pale white skin, green eyes, and red hair, was in his early forties, and was clean-shaven. He laid back on the bed but left his feet on the floor. His cock was already hard – always a good thing – so I knelt in front of him and started ‘praying’.
He moaned loudly as I wrapped my hot mouth around him. Women enjoy this as much as men, so I took my time. I slowly took him a little at a time. Just a little, then back out. Back in a little more, than back out. Back in a little more than back out, and finally all the way in and down. Teasing him.
He stuttered to get it out, but he said, “I’ve got a message from the gods: We’re cutting ties with your old life. We’re faking your death to make you a ghost so you can operate more freely with your assignments. We’re setting your husband up with some nineteen-year-old, Asian piece of ass. Your husband is powerful and we need that for our expanding operations in China. She’ll just keep fucking him. She likes the cock. She’ll breed for him. He’ll forget all about you in about a week.”
He inhaled a short breath and continued. “She’ll bang him, and bang him, and bang him until he begs her to stop – but she won’t. She’ll just keep going harder and faster because she’s been instructed to do so.”
I slowly ran my hands up his thighs and to his hips, digging my nails in just a little – just enough to let him know I wanted him. Men like to feel desired, too. I popped him out of my mouth for a moment and said, “Go on.”
It took him a moment, men tend to lose concentration when their cock is in someone’s mouth, but he continued. “Ghost wants those big titties making milk, so you’re popping estrogen like breath mints. In the drawer of the nightstand is a flesh-colored pouch she wants to wear around your neck at all times to carry your phone in.”
Someone, probably Ghost, turned my vibrator up to medium. I dug my nails in harder and brought my knees together. I had to take his cock out of my mouth for a moment as I gasped for air.
He elevated his hips a little, wanting to fuck my mouth. He was trying to say something but could only exhale.
Placing his hands on the sides of my head, he pushed all the way in and held it. “FUCK!”
I moved my left hand to his balls and rolled them around in my hand, while I used my right hand to stroke him up and down slowly, but firmly.
“May…may I cum in your pussy?” he asked through stuttered breath.
“Why are you asking? I’m a fucking whore.”
“Mount me, Raven,” he commanded.
I climbed up on the bed, kept my eyes on his, ran my fingers down his chest, and slowly slid down his cock. I pushed him all the way in, then moved my hips in circles while keeping my clit in contact with his body. “You have a nice cock, Hermes. Does your wife tell you that?”
He shook his head. “No. No, she doesn’t.”
I moved both his hands to my breasts as I smiled down at him. “Take your time. Feel these breasts. Feel the hard nipples that say I want you. Feel what it’s like inside of me. Feel my wetness, my hotness, how tight I am. Know that I fucked well over two dozen men yesterday and all I want is more.”
He began to move his hips up and down, sliding his cock in and out of me. “I…I can’t hold it. I don’t want to cum…I’m not ready, but I can’t stop it.”
I chuckled. “So don’t. You think your cumming is going to stop me?”
Knowing he was right on the edge, I used my nails to twist his nipples. “Say whatever comes to mind.”
He looked up at me, the words caught in his throat.
“Your cock has a nice feel to it. Hard. Thick. Full. I’m a fucking whore, and I need it. Please fill my pussy.”
“I’ve never had pussy this good, Raven. I…can’t…hold it!”
Smiling down at him I replied, “Real men don’t hold it, they seed the bitch.”
He put his hands on my hips and shoved down hard. “YES! FUCK!”
And there it was – his orgasm. He came quickly but that’s not his fault, it’s the fault of his wife for not fucking him more often. He was throbbing hard. His balls were full. “There you go, stud – just let it go. Nothing more natural than a hard man cumming in a hot pussy.”
I kept grinding him hard, but slowly. “Give it all to me. Hold nothing back. I can feel the power. The rage. You have pent-up anger about your wife…I can feel it. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
His body convulsed. “I…want to fuck her while she’s on her hands and knees. Hard.”
I held my position until he had gone soft, then I slid down his body and put his cock in my mouth again. “Do it. When you get home, bend the bitch over the kitchen table and use her. It’s what she wants. Fast. Hard. Use her. Make it clear it’s not about her pleasure, just yours. Tell her if she wants to cum, she’s going to be an obedient bitch from now on.”
I ran my fingernails up and down his thighs. “Don’t just be her husband, be her dominant. Tell her she’s going to start dressing like a slut. Short skirts, tight tops, high heels, way too much makeup, and with no panties or bra. Tell her if she’s lucky, you might even sell her cunt.”
I wrapped my tongue around his cock like a snake and licked him slowly. I squeezed his balls with my left hand while rubbing my clit with my right. My vibrator was doing its job. My hips moved back and forth faster.
Taking his cock out of my mouth, all I could do was breathe heavily and I did so on his cock. “You’re the man, she’s the woman. Take control.”
Minutes later I had him on the brink again. “What do you want?’
He shook his head. “I…don’t want to cum.”
Looking up at his chest from underneath his balls I said firmly, “Then take fucking control! I’m the woman and you are the man. I do what you want! If I keep going you’re going to cum right now…take control!”
He looked down into my eyes and finally got the lesson I wanted him to learn.
He reached down and grabbed me by the hair on my head with both hands and pulled me up his body. I followed his lead. He kissed me with passion, put me on my back, and slid down my body, putting his head between my thighs. He slid three fingers into me, hitting my G spot. He was working it hard.
“Listen to me, whore – you’re going to cum while I go soft, after I do you’re going to suck me hard again. Then we’ll do it again. I determine when we cum, not you.”
With my thighs on either side of his head, I rested my heels on the small of his back and weaved my fingers into his hair.
I slowly rolled my hips against his mouth with his tongue on my clit. “That’s it…take control. Lead!”
I reached up behind my head and grabbed the headboard. “I’m…going to cum.”
Sucking hard on my clit he replied, “Beg me, whore.”
Those words alone caused me to bring him harder against my body. “May I cum, sir? Please?”
He responded by working my G spot harder. “Yes, cum for me you worthless fucking whore.”
I arched my lower back up and rotated my hips so high and fast that I took his head with me. “Yes! Yes! Fucking YES! I’m cumming for you!”
“You’re cumming because I allowed it, whore.”
Nodding quickly I answered, “Yes, because you allowed it, sir!”
Four hours later found us both spent. He was laying on his back staring up at the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath. I was laying on my side next to him, looking at him, and running my fingers through his chest hair. I had one leg on the bed and the other was bent at the knee and pointing up. I smiled because I was leaking cum out of my cunt. If you’re a woman, you know that’s a good feeling.
“I came in here to deliver messages from Ghost. I thought I could sneak in a quick blow and go. I didn’t expect this,” he said flatly. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“You came into the hotel room of a naked whore that has a vibrator permanently in her pussy and didn’t expect this?”
“I was supposed to be gone after five minutes. I’m only a messenger. I’ve never cheated on my wife before this.”
“So, why did you stay? Why did you cheat?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Because of how you made me feel. Because of what you did. Because you’re a sexy plus-sized woman with big titties and wanted my cock. Because you showed me the power I have when I take charge.”
“Speaking of, did you have any more messages from Ghost?” I asked getting up off the bed and grabbing two ice-cold sodas from the machine, and giving him one. I sat up with my legs crossed and faced him. “I’m a woman, it’s my job to serve you so, enjoy a soda. Now, any messages?”
He exhaled a breath. “Yes. Ghost needs you to understand that this is real sex slavery now. You signed over all your rights, bank accounts, property, cars, overseas holdings, stocks and bonds…all of it. If you disobey or expose yourself she’ll slap you in a chastity device, throw you in an office and lose the keys to both.”
I nodded. “Go on.”
“She said you’re going to lie, cheat, steal, bribe, perjure, forge, extort, blackmail, run guns, drugs, help escaped convicts, plant bugs, and of course whore. Only when you’re too ‘hot’ to stay in the U.S., only when you’re all used up, only when your pussy is worn out will she give you what you want.”
“That’s what I want. What else?”
He pointed to that door that connects hotel rooms in older hotels. “The room next door, the one leading to room number ten, has been turned into a sex dungeon. Fully stocked. She’s taken all your clothes. What she wants you to wear on an op, she’ll give you. Other than that, you are to stay in this room naked and fuck anyone that walks through that door. Male or female. You’ll never use condoms. As a woman, you know the risks.”
I nodded. “As a woman, I want the risks, otherwise what’s the point of being a whore?”
“She feels your mouth overloaded your capabilities when you said you wanted sixty men a day, so for the next three days, you’re going to take man after man after man – all vaginally. When one leaves, another enters. She wants to break you and discover your limit.”
As he stood from the bed and started to get dressed, I grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes. “I need you to make me two promises, Hermes.”
He looked down at me and asked, “Yes?”
“Close your eyes,” I said gently. He obeyed.
“Now picture your wife naked. Imagine her figure. Know she’s wet for you. She wants you to dominate her. Lead her as you led me. Got it?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Remember what you told me about your wife. When you get home, bend that fucking bitch over the kitchen table and take her. Use her. You are the man and she is the woman. I don’t care if people are home or not. Let them watch. Maybe they’ll learn something. Believe me, she needs to submit, she just needs you to take the lead. Tell her she’s going to start dressing slutty like I told you. She’s going to start blowing you on command if she ever wants to have another orgasm. You saw what being a leader did to me, right?”
He nodded. “Yes. I’ll do that for my wife. What else?”
“You have a nice cock. Fuck other women in addition to your wife, as many as you can. Do them a favor and don’t cover it with a condom. Let them feel the real thing. If bitches get pregnant, they get pregnant. Wombs were meant to be filled.” I said with a shrug.
“Will do” he said as he walked out the door.
I sat on the bed drinking my soda with my legs crossed taking in the events of the last few days. Once in a while, we have to take stock of our lives. I just started laughing. I’m not sure where it came from, but I couldn’t stop it. A week ago I’d never have considered doing any of this and now I’d discovered the real me. A me I didn’t know existed. I don’t know what you call it when all your dreams come true at once, but this was it. I wasn’t letting go. This was ethereal. I was going to start ‘praying’ more often. This was a world where I didn’t have to worry about fucking just one man, a world of sex without consequences, where I didn’t have to worry about what society thought. I was free to fuck raw all I wanted, the way women were intended. I didn’t know how long this ride would last but I was going to bang every single man in front of me. Every. Single. One.
I was going to fly like the raven I was.