The Cursed Tattoo

Prologue

The storm was raging when they reached the top of the ramparts. The wind howled in their ears as they peered over the edge. They heard shouting behind them, from the direction of the castle. Beams from flashlights swept the old stone walls in search of them.

Ryan was just an average guy, maybe a bit taller, but definitely not an action hero. The woman he was with, though, was a goddess. Her golden hair seemed to glow even in the in the darkness of the stormy night. Eleftheria was almost as tall as him, and even in the soaking rain, she carried herself with the elegance and poise of a bygone age.

Her Ancient-Greek-style dress was unnecessarily sexy. As far as Ryan knew, some of those ancient statues surviving in museums might actually portray her.

The rope was here somewhere, but where? Ryan was trying to recognize any details to guide him. Eleftheria’s glare was frustrated as she pushed past him. She took a left and then a right, running along the wet stone paths on top of the old castle walls.

Sure enough, Ryan could see something that might be a coil of rope stashed in the shadows. Eleftheria ran right for it and started to feed the heavy rope over the edge, her toned muscles gleaming in the low light, wet from the rain. Ryan stopped to stare. Even though he knew their lives were in danger, and his heart was beating so fast he was about to puke, there was nothing he could do but marvel at her beauty. The motion of her body was so fascinating that, for a few seconds, everything else melted away.

Just as she turned to shout at him to help her, another gust of wind hit them from across the yard. With a yelp, she slipped, and started to fall. A pang of gut-wrenching panic snapped Ryan out of his daze and he lunged to grab her. He got to her, just in time. Eleftheria managed to grab the rope with her other hand. It was the first time Ryan had ever seen her falter, even a little bit.

A huge wave of relief washed over him and it almost felt like she was about to smile at him — just a little smile, but still. Instead, he saw her tiny little beginning of a smile turn into an ugly grimace of absolute terror, and then disgust. Ryan went pale when he realized what had happened.

Sure enough, when he looked down, he could see that his glove was missing and he was now holding on to her wrist with his bare hand. This was bad.

Several Months Earlier

It had been just a normal day. Ryan was walking home from work. The streets of the big city were, as always, full of life and energy. Cars, cyclists, pedestrians, everybody in a hurry, surrounded by a cacophony of noise. It was easy, though, for Ryan to shut out the chaos. He was listening to his favorite podcast, the in-ear headphones isolating him from his surroundings. He paid just enough attention not to bump into anyone, but other than that, he was blissfully disconnected from the hustle around him.

His isolation may have contributed significantly to him not seeing the strange woman coming at him. A deep middle-eastern skin tone crowned her exotic beauty, her unusual clothes were like a costume from a movie. She was dressed like an oriental princess, or maybe more like a harem girl. Half naked, bare footed, she slammed into Ryan like a linebacker. She practically threw him into a fruit stand, of all things. He felt a sting in his gut and hot breath on his ear while the assailant whispered something to him in an unknown language.

His earbuds had fallen out and the sudden onrush of street noises added to his confusion. The first time he even saw her was when her firm little buttocks where already disappearing into the crowd, and then around the corner. He couldn’t believe such a petite girl could have exerted so much force.

Two men — wearing suits, and built like actual linebackers — rushed past Ryan, apparently chasing the girl. Ryan was sure, though, that it was the girl who had tackled him, and not one of the spooks.

The show was over as fast as it had started, most of the people who had stopped to stare were already moving on. A cute sales girl came from the store and started to help Ryan up, grabbing his hands.

“Are you okay?” she said.

“Ow, oh fuck. Yeah. Thank you,” he said, taking a look around, still confused as hell.

“What happened?” she said.

“Some girl bumped into me, I guess I wasn’t looking.”

He finally took a good look at his rescuer. The smile on her full lips was radiant and her big eyes were a deep green. Her brown hair was tied into a high ponytail. Even though she was just wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and an apron, she looked beautiful. Ryan was instantly flustered.

“Oh hell,” she said, looking at the broken stand, and all the mushed fruit.

Ryan felt a twist of guilt rise up in him. He started to stammer out some sort of an apology.

“Oh? Oh no. No, it’s not your fault,” she said, definitely lying. She looked back at the mess and then at him again. It was at this point they both realized they were still holding hands. It was the clerk’s turn to blush, but for some reason, she still wouldn’t let go. The awkward pause was beginning to grow long and Ryan was too stunned do anything, either.

“Look,” she finally said, lifting their hands and shaking them in rhythm with her speech, “if someone pushed you, then it’s not your fault. Maybe you should just go home and take a shower or something.”

It was at this point Ryan realized he was soaked in fruit pulp.

“I’m sure Dave can fix the stand,” the cute clerk continued, “and… uh…”

She lifted their hands higher, somehow zoning out as she stared at them. Ryan tried to wriggle out of her hold. She squinted her eyes, as if trying to remember something, or figure out a math problem.

Maybe she’s just confused about something. Did she lose her train of thought? After another pause, even more awkward than the last, Ryan yanked his hands from hers. She snapped back to reality with a little gasp. Ryan dug some cash from his wallet and gave it to her. He mumbled another apology before he hurried off.

“I’m Lizzy!” she shouted after him.

“Nice to meet you,” she added, with a small voice, after Ryan was already gone. She watched her hands and rubbed them together, as if they’d gone numb.

—

Ryan got home as fast as he could. He collapsed on his bed with a sigh. What the hell was that? All of it? The tackle, the whisper, the spooks, Lizzy the clerk acting weird? None of it made sense.

After catching his breath he got up and prepared for a shower.

His place was a big open plan thing with high ceilings. An uncle had left him some money and Ryan had invested it into this apartment. He had rented it out at first, but when he had had to move to the city he had decided to live in it himself. In addition to the large, open, studio-like kitchen-and-living-room-space the apartment also had a master bedroom with an en suite, a guest room, and another bathroom.

The large windows let lots of light in, but at night the space often felt cavernous and lonely with just him in it. The apartment was the only expensive thing Ryan owned.

As he walked by a mirror Ryan noticed a big hole in his shirt. It was perfectly circular and its edges were singed. He remembered the sting he’d felt when the strange girl had landed on top of him. He had aches and pains from the tumble all over his body but that sting had been different.

As he got closer to the mirror, Ryan could see through the hole. There was some kind of a stain on the side of his abdomen but it didn’t look like a bruise. Scared, he took off his shirt, and walked closer to the mirror.

To his horror, he saw what looked like a tattoo on his flank.

The image was exactly the same size as the hole in the shirt, perfectly round, and very intricate. It was a wheel with jagged spokes, or maybe a depiction of the sun. He tried to touch it but it stung horribly. The more he looked at it, the more it seemed like a real tattoo, made of actual ink under his skin.

He didn’t want to touch it again, but even after his shower the mark was still there, exactly where his mysterious assailant had somehow put it.

The scenes of the day kept racing through his mind. Maybe I should go see a doctor, he thought, just to make sure I wasn’t poisoned or something. As the night went on, his exhaustion won over his confusion, and he fell into a deep, empty sleep.

Just a Normal Day at Work

As soon as he woke up, Ryan realized he’d overslept. He didn’t even have to check. He shot up and got ready, as fast as he could, and was soon out the door. He was glad he was in a hurry so he didn’t have to think about yesterday’s events any more. Even so, he ended up taking a different route to work, just to avoid that corner shop, the scene of his strange encounter.

He got to the office less than an hour late but that was still worse than ever before. He got some looks as he rushed in, flush from the extra effort of walking faster than usual, but no one said anything.

After sitting at his desk for a while he calmed down and realized he was actually feeling good. In his hurry he hadn’t realized he’d actually handled his whole morning with unusual vigor and efficiency. His body, his whole being, felt somehow supercharged. He felt cocky and confident and he was ready for action. He didn’t even feel bad about being late. There was an overwhelming urge in him to just do something, anything. He was going to answer the hell out of all those e-mails.

Ryan zoned out completely and by early afternoon he was already finished with every mail, note, memo, and presentation he could think of — practically a week’s worth of work. He would have missed lunch, too, if someone hadn’t teased him about trying too hard.

After snapping out of his daze he headed for the break room. Not having brought any lunch, he decided he wasn’t really that hungry, anyway. He stole some orange juice from the fridge and poured himself a coffee. While bustling about, he totally missed Annie — one of the secretaries — walking into the room.

Annie was one of the most beautiful women working in the whole building. She was tall but not overly thin. She had all the curves in all the right places and her face could go on a cover of a magazine. It was a kind and friendly face, though, and that made her even hotter. Her long dress was a clever combination of sexy, casual, and professional. The sexiness might be unavoidable with a body like hers, though. Her auburn hair fell to her mid back in thick, luscious waves.

Still, the best thing about her was the warmth of her smile. Unless, of course, you don’t see her there, and then bump into her hard enough to almost topple her over. Ryan instinctively grabbed her hands to keep her from falling to the floor.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t see you at all,” Ryan said. He would normally be more embarrassed about something like this, maybe even so much so that he wouldn’t know what to say, but something about his newfound energy made him bypass the awkwardness and go directly to genuine concern. He was now confident and compassionate instead of just apologetic.

“No, its okay, I didn’t see you either, I…” she started to answer.

By this point, Ryan had pulled her close to him. He swept her hair from her face, gently caressing her cheek. She gasped and gazed into his eyes.

Ryan’s other hand still held hers. He could feel it now. Some kind of an energy, an electrifying buzz, was flowing through his body and into hers. Annie looked like she was lost in a daydream, just like that clerk had done yesterday. The energy was emanating from Ryan’s new tattoo. He had no idea what it was or what it was doing but he didn’t want to break the magical moment. Annie was so beautiful, previously such a distant dream, but now she was right there, slowly leaning her body against his, closing her eyes, pursing her lips, lost in her reverie. Her progress was excruciatingly gentle. It seemed like time almost stood still, and just when their lips were mere millimeters from touching, Andy stumbled into the room.

The scare snapped Annie out of her fugue state. Her knees buckled and she almost fell again. Ryan acted quickly, continuing where they had left off. “Whoa, didn’t see you there, you almost fell, are you okay?” he said, holding her up by her arms.

“What? Oh.” She saw Andy and caught up on the act. “I’m fine, thank you, just didn’t see you, either,” she continued.

Andy gave them a casual nod on his way to the fridge while Ryan offered a chair to Annie.

“Fuck. Someone stole my juice again… I mean, heck,” Andy said.

Ryan proceeded to hide the empty juice glass among the other dishes in the sink. They sat down and everyone got on with their lunch.

Ryan took some time savor his coffee. Annie kept taking long, perplexed looks at him. As Ryan stood up to leave, Annie finally said “Oh, I almost forgot, you need to go see the boss, right now.”

Yesterday, Ryan had not noticed his new energy at all. This morning it had felt more like just a normal pep in the step, the kind you sometimes get after a good meal or a good night’s sleep, or something. Now, after touching and almost kissing Annie, he could feel it for what it really was. It was an actual force, new and strange, rising from the mysterious symbol he was now marked with. It felt almost like a drug.

The boss is probably just going to do some posturing, he thought. He was usually never late, and hadn’t been that late this morning, either. He knew he wasn’t in trouble. This was another one of those situations that would have bothered him much more, were he not high on this newfound energy.

He knocked on the door of the boss’s office.

“Come in,” a female voice answered.

A cold, blue stare guided him across the large room. From behind sleek, black-rimmed glasses, those eyes directed him to a chair next to the desk. The woman, sharp and meticulous, had her black hair in a tight bun. She always wore custom tailored dark suits, with tight, knee-length skirts. This commanding creature was Ryan’s boss.

“Good day, Mr. Dobbs,” she began.

“Nice to see you too, Ms. Chandler,” Ryan answered, a bit too casually.

“It has come to my attention that you arrived late this morning. While I can see you have had no previous issues, this one will be noted in your record, and should you keep having problems with timeliness in the future, the marks can add up. Do you have anything you wish to add?”

Confident and controlled, Ms. Chandler had a natural charisma. It was obvious she belonged in an executive position. But there was something more to her — something Ryan had not seen before — some kind of a tight, burning emotion hidden beneath the surface. For the first time ever, Ryan was not intimidated by her, and could see her in a different light.

She was charged up and ready to go off but also somehow passionate under the cold veneer. She was obviously beautiful, but Ryan had never dwelt on how hot she was, how feminine, despite her toughness. And how young, too, despite her status.

He felt the energy rush through him, rising to a new level. It had been building up since the incident with Annie, Ryan realized, and was getting kind of ridiculous now. He could not stop himself from standing up from his chair. The boss’s eyes widened in surprise but before she could say anything he was right next to her.

Ryan took her hands and pulled her up from her chair. Ms. Chandler gasped and her body jolted as the energy hit her. Ryan could feel it flow into her like a flood. Her jagged breathing grew heavier, and her cheeks blushed. She stepped into him, burying her cheek into his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and slithered against him, as if trying to get every part of herself to touch him.

Ryan felt the flow break when she let go of his hands and he felt a twist of panic in his stomach. He quickly placed his palms on her cheeks. A new rush of energy made her give a delirious moan. She lifted her eyes to his and tried to say something.

As soon as her lips parted, Ryan kissed her, harder than he had ever kissed anybody. Mouths open wide, they reached deep inside each other with their tongues. The tattoo was now burning like never before and the energy was flowing into the boss through the kiss.

Ryan realized he’d given her all of the excess energy he had been carrying. His own head started to clear. He was extremely aroused, locked in a passionate kiss with a beautiful woman, his hands running all over her body, but he could now realize this was not right, not natural. He started to slow down, to ease off, wanting to break the connection. His body resisted but he knew he could not do this to her. Whatever the tattoo was doing, none of this would be happening without it.

Their lips parted with a wet sound as he pushed her away. Her eyes had changed — the sheer raw lust he could see in them made his knees weak. “I’m sorry Ms. Chandler, I don’t know what’s happening here,” Ryan panted.

Her only answer was a guttural grunt as she ripped his shirt open, followed by her own. Ryan managed to take a few steps back, toward the door.

Ms. Chandler yanked at her lacy bra so hard it snapped clean off. Ryan had a fraction of a second to appreciate her breasts. They were as flawless, as tight, and as controlled as the rest of her, perfectly formed and surprisingly large. Some women wore push-ups and padding to idealize their figure. The boss had been hiding some extra, instead. From her tight areolas, her erect nipples pointed accusingly at Ryan.

She slammed her naked midsection against his with a meaty slap and they fell to the floor. Ryan crawled backward while Ms. Chandler, his boss, was grinding herself into him, moaning more audibly than before. Ryan’s back hit the wall.

The boss grabbed his face and buried it into her boobs. She lifted his face for a kiss. After a moment passionate smooching, she started to grind her face into his, like a cat, instead of just kissing him.

The energy kept flowing through every point of skin contact they made. Ryan had already dumped the excess he had been carrying but the tattoo was constantly generating more.

Ms. Chandler yanked on Ryan’s belt so hard it made him cough. She pulled his pants to his knees, revealing a raging erection. Ryan, scared and aroused, was resigned to his fate by this point and just hoped this savage female wouldn’t literally eat him alive.

She rose to her feet and pulled her skirt up. She ripped her pantyhose, revealing her thighs. A glistening wetness stuck to her fingers as she pulled aside her panties. The scent was intoxicating and Ryan could not help but to lean in, to try and kiss his boss’s wet inner thighs. She held him back and seated herself right onto his throbbing member instead, taking the whole thing inside in one go.

Ryan gasped and his whole body tightened. The wantonness of the sudden act had almost made him come. For some unfathomable reason, he instinctively held back.

As he gained back control of his body, he could feel Ms. Chandler slam into him again and again, with furious speed. She was riding him like race horse. She was moaning and grunting louder than ever, and Ryan, still dimly aware of where they were, felt he had to try to keep her silent. He put his hand over her mouth. The boss rubbed her face into his palm and licked it.

This endless kiss his hand was receiving was more passionate than any his lips had ever felt.

Ryan shifted his hips to dampen the sound their bodies were making. After pulling her closer, he felt Ms. Chandler glue herself against his chest once again. Their necks entwined — his hand still over her mouth — and their torsos rubbed tightly against one another. Her thighs wrapped around his. Ryan started to push into her, trying to further dampen the meaty slapping. His other hand was wrapped around her back. He did his best to hold on while she fucked him with all her might.

It could have been minutes, or hours, until finally, Ryan could feel his boss’s pussy start to spasm around his cock. Her breathing grew even more rapid, her tongue digging harder into his palm, more desperate. With a sudden increase in the tempo of her grinding, her whole body went rigid, and Ryan held her mouth harder, to quell the primal roar of her orgasm. She started to shake in his lap.

The whole thing was too much for Ryan and he came inside her. The orgasm was easily his biggest ever and his vision blacked out. He was pushing his face into her neck, to try and silence himself now.

Even after he started to come back to his senses, the boss’s body was still quivering with her own aftershocks. Her head fell back, her arms flopped down, and she melted on top of him. Every part of her body had fallen completely limp.

As soon as Ryan realized she was still gently tonguing his hand, he let go of her face. She started to gasp for air like she had just run a marathon. He was almost as out of breath as she was. Someone’s sweat stung Ryan’s eyes and he could hardly move a muscle. He was almost too exhausted to breathe. The energy, he realized, had stopped flowing. The relief almost made him cry.

A quick glance around the office told him that they were still alone in the room. If someone had heard something, they had not come in. After maybe 30 seconds of more rest he started to rouse the exquisite female form still lying on top of him back to life.

Ms. Chandler, still his boss, was softly babbling some kind of nonsense into his neck, her limbs still limp. Her hair had crawled out of its perfect bun and was now all over the place — part of it flat and wet against her face. Her makeup was completely smeared, not least the lipstick that was now mostly on Ryan’s palm. Some of her mascara had clearly run down with tears, but most of it had just been smeared all over. Her shirt was around her waist but her elbows were still in the sleeves. There were all kinds of red marks all over her body.

“Uh, Ms. Chandler? Are you okay? Are you still alive, or something?”

“Mm…”

That probably means yes, Ryan hoped. He started to become increasingly aware that what was left of his erection was still inside his boss. Untangling became a priority.

She was starting to grow more coherent, too, and he gently lifted her to the side.

Ryan started to pull up his pants. The zipper and the button were decimated, but there was enough left of his belt to manage the emergency. His shirt had no buttons, though, except for the top one. That one had been open when the boss had attacked him. I can make this work. There were all kinds of stains and wet spots all over his clothes but he could work around that. Hopefully.

Ryan snapped out of his thoughts, and as he lifted his head, his eyes met those of his boss, Ms. Chandler. Hers were still ice blue but the stare was not cold anymore. She hadn’t bothered to cover up at all, yet. Her bra was gone, her shirt soaked and ruined, her skirt definitely soaked, maybe ruined, pantyhose torn. She was still sitting on the floor.

“What the hell did you do to me?” she said, her voice dangerously even.

“I swear I have no idea what happened. Are you okay?”

“My head hurts, my mouth hurts, my neck, my back, my everything hurts. Fuck, my pu… I can’t feel my legs. What the fuck did you do to me?” she whispered. Her voice broke just a little bit at the end there.

“Besides the obvious…” Ryan started to joke, but thought better of it. “I swear I did not cause this on purpose. I didn’t, like, drug you or anything like that. Whatever this thing is, I promise you we are both equally the victim here.” She did not break her stare. “I mean, you came on to me pretty strong there. Most of the time, I was actually scared you might kill me if I tried to stop you.” Ryan continued.

Her glare broke and she began to sob.

“Hey there, I’m sorry, I…” he began. As he went to comfort her, she pulled away, horrified. He took another step and she cowered into the corner. It broke his heart to see her like this.

“Please, let me help you,” he begged.

“No, don’t touch me. Just go. I need to think about this. I need to fix my clothes, and I… Please, don’t touch me.”

“Are you sure you are okay? I mean, I could wait until you calm down, and…”

“No. I’m fine. I just need to collect myself for a moment. I have a change of clothes.” She started to sound more like her usual self.

“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to help you?” he asked.

“No. Just go. Please. I don’t blame you for what happened. I just need to think.”

“Maybe we should talk about it tomorrow, or something?” he continued.

“Maybe. Just go, please.”

Ryan made his way directly to the men’s room, to check himself in the mirror. He didn’t want to run but he walked as fast as he could. Many people noticed him, but hopefully none would care enough to look too closely.

After a brief wait, to calm himself down, he washed and wiped his face, fixed his hair, and did his best to make his shirt work, even though it only had that top button left.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ryan thought there was something different about him. He could not see any actual physical difference, but somehow he felt he looked a bit more dangerous, or charismatic, or something. The part of him that was shaken by the events of the afternoon was already fading to the background and the new Ryan, that reckless daredevil, was rising to the surface again.

He saw Annie in the mirror. A pang of surprise and worry passed, muffled, somewhere in the back of Ryan’s mind. The new him just looked her in the eyes through the mirror and gave her a wicked grin.

—

Annie’s afternoon had been unproductive. She’d been shaken by her encounter with Ryan in the break room. She’d seen Ryan around before and while he’d seemed like a perfectly nice, normal guy, he had not made any special impression on her. Now, suddenly, she could not stop thinking about him. His touch had been literally electric. Just thinking about his hands made her blush, and made her heart beat faster. And that kiss, that kiss she almost had. She knew it would have been the best kiss of her life.

Annie was single. She’d been burned in the past and was shy to go for a new relationship, but the impression Ryan had made on her was unbelievable. She’d never really talked with him before and their hands had only touched for a few seconds, but she already felt more for him than she had for anyone in a long time. In addition to feeling tingly all over, she also felt scared.

Now, though, her newfound fairytale prince had been in the boss’s office for over half an hour. What could take them that long? Annie was sure Ryan was going to get fired. It would be just her luck for the man of her dreams to get the can as soon as she’d found him.

Annie was sure she’d seen Ms. Chandler’s secretary stiffen and go red at some point. What did she hear? How could being late be this bad? Maybe Ryan had problems here. Annie realized she didn’t actually know him.

Ryan rushed out of the office. He was in a hurry, and red in the face. A sadness gripped Annie. He did get fired, she thought. She watched him go directly into the men’s room.

She didn’t even know his last name. No phone number, nothing. The e-mail address in the company records would be his work e-mail. Annie realized she had to do something quickly. This might be her last chance to ever see him again — her dream prince, the love of her life. This was the stuff of fairytales, falling completely in love in an instant.

Filled with fear and doubt, she got up. She made her way to the men’s room. Her body was on autopilot.

“Did she fire you?” Annie said.

“What? No, of course she didn’t fire me. I was just a little bit late, this one time. Why would she fire me?” Ryan answered.

“I thought… You were in there so long. What happened?”

“Oh. Don’t worry about that. Are you okay? You seem worried.”

Annie blushed bright red and gasped, just because of the attention. Shoulders shaking, she dove into his arms and held him tight. “I was so worried about you. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Ever since you… I think I might be falling for you. I’m such a mess and I’m sorry I’m trowing myself at you like this but I’ve just never felt like this before, and even if it’s going to drive you away, I just can’t hide it. I think I lo…”

Ryan’s cockiness faltered. From the moment her stream of confessions started, he knew where she was heading with it. At the last moment, all he could think to do to silence her was to kiss her.

Her kiss was deep and needy, nothing like the carnivorous assault of Ms. Chandler’s. Even though Ryan had never really even talked to Annie before this moment he could feel the immense depth of her love and devotion for him, all in this one kiss. In it’s own way, the depth of Annie’s compassion was just as scary as the depth of Ms. Chandler’s ferocity.

The energy was starting to flow, but this time, the new Ryan kept in control. He knew he absolutely could not do this again. Not twice in a row, not in the workplace. Suddenly, as a total surprise to himself, he clamped down the energy flow. He surrounded the tattoo with his will, in his mind, and held it down.

Annie’s hands were on his cheeks now and he could feel the residual energy flow into her, but even after the flow had stopped, she just kept kissing him.

After what felt like a long while, she finally started to pull off, slowly. Their lips parted with a satisfying smack, a thick string of saliva still connecting them. Annie was calm and blissful, as if on drugs. She gave a satisfied sigh.

Andy was at the door, staring. Ryan ushered him out with an angry stare. Annie didn’t even notice the interaction.

Suddenly Annie stepped back. She had realized Ryan’s shirt was open from the neck down and all the buttons were missing. Her eyes went furious, but instead of saying anything to Ryan, she turned to storm out. Ryan grabbed her arm and spun her back. She gasped and her body quivered as he gripped her.

He stared into her eyes. “Listen to me. You will not confront Miss Chandler. You will not talk to anyone. I need to go home now but I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t say anything to anyone, and don’t do anything stupid. If you want to make me happy, then do as I tell you.”

Ryan hoped the magic energy would grant him some kind control over her. He desperately wanted to hold things together while he tried to figure this whole thing out. The last thing he needed now was a flamboyant cat-fight in the middle of the office. Hoping things would not fall apart, Ryan left for home.

Receiving commands from Ryan had seemed to make Annie happy, but actually, it had been his mere attention. She didn’t mind him bossing her around. But more than that, she was overflowing with emotion because he had treated her like she was his.

Going Out Around Town

Ryan took a cab home, showered, and changed his clothes. Then he headed out again. He paid the extra fee for an emergency consult with his doctor.

Ryan was wearing a long sleeved shirt and he had worn gloves on the way over, afraid his mere touch was what’s making all these women act so strangely around him. He’d taken the gloves off in the waiting room, however, deciding it would look too weird if he wore them to the appointment. He didn’t want to come off as madman.

Doctor Andrews was in her thirties. She had blond hair. Her big blue eyes tried to steal all the attention away from her beautiful face, which in turn wanted you to completely ignore her sensual, curvy figure. Her full thighs led up to an amazingly ample bum. Every shape on her body was firm and jiggly, but that was not important right now, Ryan tried to tell himself.

He did his best to hold the power down as he shook the doctor’s hand. Ryan had learned how to cut the flow when he had kissed Annie. He’d been holding the energy down ever since he left work, just to be safe, and it seemed to be working. Nothing weird happened during the handshake.

He showed the doctor his new tattoo and she wore rubber gloves while she examined him.

Ryan was somewhat honest in saying he wasn’t sure how the tattoo had gotten there, but did his best to make it sound more like drunken idiocy, rather than some kind of magic. The doctor listened to his story. With a condescending smile on her full and sensual lips, she let the topic pass without too much comment.

Doctor Andrews eventually concluded that the tattoo was indeed a real tattoo — the kind that’s made of ink and resides under one’s skin. It was perfectly healed and there were no obvious medical risks associated with it.

She then gave him a quick general once over, too. Ryan’s condition seemed excellent except for various bruises from his tumble, though some of them were also from the crazy monkey sex with the boss. The Doctor also took some blood, but the results would take a few days. Relieved, Ryan shook her hand again and left.

On his way home he happened to pass by a tattoo parlor. He was feeling hot, a bit feverish even, but since he had just gotten the okay from the doctor he didn’t think anything of it. He decided to pop in to find out if someone there could tell him anything more about his tattoo.

Again, he was faced with a vision of beauty. The girl working there was tall and lean, like a model, but most of her body was covered in tattoos. Her facial features were sharp and regal, but they were perfectly balanced by a captivating, mischievous grin. Crowning it all was her outrageous purple hairdo. Her clothes were dark and skimpy.

Ryan lied about the origin of his tattoo once again and asked her to take a look. It was an unusual request — take a look at my tattoo and tell me what it means — but the girl was game. She seemed to resonate with the implications and gave it a look.

The goth punk stunner was disappointed when it turned out the image wasn’t anything scandalous. In fact, it was hardly stylized at all. As far as she could tell, it was a perfect recreation of an actual ancient symbol, with no modern flare. The girl suggested it might be Mediterranean, Middle-Eastern, or maybe Indian.

She complimented Ryan on the workmanship. It was immaculate, the application of the simple but intricate design was literally perfect. The girl said she would love to know who had done it.

Ryan’s fever was rising and he left in a bit of a hurry. He took another taxi.

At one point, the girl had ran her hands over the tattoo, almost like a caress, but that might have been just Ryan’s own imagination running wild. She was wearing gloves, wasn’t she? Tattoo artists wear gloves. Either way, Ryan had been holding back on the energy.

By the time he got home, he was dripping with sweat, barely able to stand, and his hands were shaking so hard he could hardly get his key into the lock. As soon as he got in he collapsed on the floor and let the energy loose.

Heat seared him. The power of the energy knocked the air out of his lungs and he let out a long, silent, breathless scream. He almost passed out, his vision blurring. When Ryan was finally able to breathe again his breath came in short, gurgling gasps. Each growling wheeze burned his lungs.

Once the fire died down, Ryan tried to get up. He realized he had come in his pants but he didn’t care. He was more aroused than he had ever been, more aroused than he could even imagine. Still sweating and grunting, Ryan headed for the door, ready to ravish each and every woman in the whole world.

As he opened the door he heard a loud swooping noise, like a reverse sound effect, and his first victim appeared out of thin air right in front of him. She was a literal goddess, tall and strong, like Wonder Woman but a blonde. She was wearing a skimpy dress of thin white cloth and lots of golden ornaments. The style might have been from Ancient Greece. Ryan could not care less. Even if it had been granny Johnson from 3B, he would have attacked her anyway.

The was a quick flash of movement and Ryan’s world went dark.

—

Ryan woke up, still sweating and panting. His skin buzzed with energy and thinking was hard. He was tied to his own bed, wrists and ankles into the four corners. His shirt had been pulled up to reveal his stomach and his pants had been pulled down to reveal his ridiculous cartoon caricature of an erection.

His dick was bigger than ever, completely bright red, and curved to the side in a way it usually didn’t. The tip was constantly leaking fluids and the pain was exquisite. He felt like he had blue balls from his neck down to his knees.

Through his tears he could see the magnificent goddess. She was perched on top of his clothes drawer. In addition to her sexy costume, she was now wearing a pair of long yellow rubber gloves — the pair from under the sink. Ryan had bought them to clean the drains. Leaning next to the divine stranger was the golden spear she had used to knock him out. There was no fear or hatred in her eyes. Fascination, maybe, but oodles of arrogance.

“I pity you, young mortal,” she announced, as if reciting lines to a grand audience.

“Please. Help,” was all Ryan could muster.

“Would that I could, but only to protect the poor maidens of these lands from the curse you now carry,” she continued. Slowly, and sensually, she made her way down to his side.

“I dare not offer you release, unfortunate one, for your curse would eventually taint me, too. Your only rescuer can now be one of the innocents you have already corrupted.”

She slid onto the bedside and reached one rubber-gloved hand to his now trembling erection. As she stroked him slowly, more sperm started to ooze out. Soon her rubber glove was covered in cum. She smiled at Ryan, like you would smile to a pet. His pain eased a little bit.

“I cannot do more than this to ease your suffering. You must tell me how to contact one of your concubines, and I will send for them.”

Ryan understood what she meant. There was Ms. Chandler, his boss, and Annie, definitely. Then there was the clerk at the grocery store. She had acted weird, too.

He didn’t have a way to contact any of them, though. He’d always known he would one day regret not asking Annie for her number, but the context was admittedly something he had been completely unable to predict.

The clerk might be at the store or she might not. Ryan didn’t even know if it was night or day. There was an inkling of guilt in his mind for what he had apparently done to these women, but right now, the only thing he wanted was for his agony to stop.

“The only one I can contact is my doctor but I’m not sure she is affected,” he grunted.

The angelic lady was still stroking him and the ooze kept trickling. At least Ryan’s pain had stopped getting worse.

“Did you touch her? Skin to skin?” she said.

“Yes, I’m sure I shook her hand, but I was holding back the power.”

“Ah, yes. A brave and foolish thing, and what led to your current condition. You must never try to hold back the flow, for you cannot. If you touched her skin then she is already trapped. Even when you were trying to hold back, the flow never ceased. Her freedom is surely forfeit. She will have to do.

“My name is Eleftheria, and I was sent here to protect the world from you. I wish you no harm, but if you grow to be a danger I will not hesitate to slay you. I will teach you to manage the slaves you have already made for yourself but I will not allow you to make a single one more.”

Ryan’s eyes bulged at the word slave and his cock shivered. Eleftheria turned the tip away from herself as a few strings of goo shot out with extra pressure.

Some of his own cum almost hit Ryan in the eye. This would have been the most embarrassing moment of his life if he wasn’t so preoccupied with his suffering. One can only imagine how he would have blushed if he wasn’t already as red as a lobster, all over.