“This is a bat-shit crazy idea,” Bob yelled. I thought so too, but I didn’t say so with Morty standing there.

“That’s what makes it genius,” Morty, my manager, shot back, adjusting his tie. The voices echoed through the auditorium of the Dewdrop Casino in Las Vegas, where we had come to scout the prospects for this weird exhibition. “This match will be broadcast live on cable television, right before the title fight. The purse will be fat, and the publicity we get will put Benny’s name out there. This is what will get him a title shot of his own.”

“Bullshit,” spat Bob. “Who’s gonna want to see him after he hits a girl on TV?”

“He doesn’t have to hit her,” Morty wheezed. “He just has to stay standing for three rounds. Let her land a few punches, maybe swat her on the fanny once or twice.”

“I trained Benny to be a boxer and an athlete, you’re making him into a clown. I don’t like it.”

“You worry about the boxing, I’ll worry about the business.”

“What do you think Benny?” asked Bob.

I hadn’t spoken until that point, not that that was strange. I’m not a big talker. But it had been harder than usual for me to listen to the conversation. I was too focused on the girl. Woman, really. She was older than me, and only about 5’4. I stood almost a foot taller than her, and must have weighed three times what she did. Anyone would have found her beautiful, but there was something more. Something about the way she carried herself. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and looking at her made me feel….hungry, but not for food. She wore a short skirt, black silk stockings, and a low-cut, tailored satin blouse , and as I looked I kept tracing the curves of her legs and the shape of her breasts. She saw me ogling her and smiled in a self-satisfied way that made her face even more gorgeous.

“So, Goddess Marquesa,” I said, addressing her, “The idea is that you hypnotize me?”

“That’s right,” she replied. It was the first time I heard her voice, and it sent a shiver through me that should have warned me she was trouble. “I’m a professional hypnotist. At the beginning of our match I will hypnotize you so that no matter what you do, you won’t be able to land a glove on me. After that we start the fight, and if you can remain standing for three rounds we declare you the winner.”

“And why would you do this?”

“For money. For publicity. Just like you. And mostly….because it amuses me.”

I looked into her green eyes. She was completely serious, another bad sign that I ignored while I let myself sink into her gaze.

“I’ll do it,” I said, dismissing Bob’s angry grunt.

“All right!” Morty shouted, clapping his hands. His voice said he was counting the proceeds in his head already.

“May the best man or woman win,” I said, holding out my hand to shake, eager to feel her fingers in mine. She took my hand and pulled me in close, filling my head with her perfume and sending an electric jolt through me as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. Pulling away from the kiss she darted back to bring her lips close to my ear.

“Dream of me tonight,” she whispered.

“That’s enough,” Bob said, pulling me back as he glared at her. Pointing at Goddess Marquesa, he barked, “She’s to have no contact with my fighter before the match, understood?”

“Sure, sure,” Morty cried, waving his hands as if to say that Bob was being paranoid.

That night I did dream of her.  The dream began strangely. I saw Goddess Marquesa and Morty standing at the foot of my bed. “I brought you hear as you commanded, Goddess,” Morty said, sinking to his knees.

“Very good, slave,” Goddess Marquesa replied. “I can begin his conditioning now. Listen to me, Benny…”

The next thing I remember, I was walking through the woods. I was a hunter, followed by a pack of dogs. I came into a clearing, there she was bathing naked in a Krystal clear pool, clothes and a bow lain by its side.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked.

“Yes, you’re Goddess Marquesa,” I answered.

“You’ve trespassed on a Goddess, Benny. Do you know how this story goes?”

“No.”

“I am supposed to turn you into a buck and let your dogs devour you. Should I?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you,” I declared.

“Come prove it.”

I jumped into the pond, my cock straining with need. The water was warm and shallow enough to stand. She slid into my arms and I felt her engulf me. Our mouths joined, I could taste her warm breath. We pumped and thrust for what seemed like hours, until I exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life. I withdrew, exhausted.

“You haven’t earned my mercy yet,” she said. “Love me more.”

As soon as the words were spoken I realized that my cock was rock hard again, I wanted her even more than I did before. We made love again, and then yet again. I became punch-drunk, lost in her body, feeling too good to notice time going by. Finally, after making love another few times, she motioned for me to leave the water.

“Dress me,” she ordered as her gorgeous body emerged from the pond. As I helped her put on her robe she looked me in the eyes and said, “You know what happens when you make love to a Goddess? You belong to me now. These arms, these muscles” she noted, running her fingers over my left bicep, then letting them play upon my chest, my nipples “I control them. You could never hurt me with them.”

“I would never try!” I protested. “I love you!”

“Yes, love would keep you from ever striking me,” she said, “but my will is stronger than your will. I can make you think or feel or do anything I want. I am going to whisper a word in your ear. You won’t remember it, but when you hear me say it you will be compelled to do or feel anything I command.”

She leaned over and whispered in my ear again, a word I didn’t understand and couldn’t remember as soon as it was said. Then she kissed me one last time and said, “Dream of me again tomorrow night. Feel yourself falling deeper under my spell. Tell me you will obey.”

I fell to my knees. “I will obey, Goddess.”

“Good boy. I will see you soon.”

I woke to find my sheets soaked with cum. I felt weird and ashamed- I hadn’t had a wet dream since high school. Still, I hoped that I would see her again the next night.

I did, and every night after that. Every night was the same. I would encounter her in the woods and we would make love wildly.

Bob noticed a change. We weren’t training too hard for this fight. Just a maintenance workout to keep me in shape, against the chance that Morty was right about that title shot. But I found it hard to keep up even a light regime. I dragged myself to the gym every day, spent from a night of worshipping her body.

Each night, no matter how many times I came there always seemed to be more. Her power to excite me was limitless. I would fall back, gasping, legs buckling. But then I would see her breasts, or hear her voice, or taste her kiss, and my cock would become ramrod stiff again!

“What’s happening to you?” Bob asked after a particularly pathetic workout. “You’ve got the stamina of my grandma.”

“I’m fine,” I lied. “Let’s just get through this circus. When the title fight is on I’ll be on my game, I promise.”

The night of the exhibition came. The casino stadium was packed with fans there to see the title match. After a show from a local dance troupe and a bunch of promotional huckstering, Morty stepped up to the microphone.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he blared, “we have a very special event for you tonight. Mind over matter, beauty versus the beast! Can a professional hypnotist use her powers to defeat a heavyweight contender? We will find out tonight!”

He called us into the ring. Goddess Marquesa came in first. My heart pounded at the thought of seeing her in the waking world. As I jogged up to the ring I could see her standing in the spotlight, as gorgeous as in my dreams. She wore the same Mona Lisa smile as when we first met as I walked up to meet her center ring.

“We want a clean fight,” Morty said. “You both know the rules. If Benny can stay standing for three rounds, he wins. Now, as per our agreement, Goddess Marquesa will have the opportunity to hypnotize her opponent. Goddess, you may go ahead.”

A hush fell over the amphitheater. Goddess Marquesa walked up to within inches of me, her green eyes holding mine. When she was close enough so that I could feel her breath on my chest, she whispered, “This is a bit different than the woods, isn’t it, Benny?”

My mouth fell open. “What…how….?” I stammered, even more lost for words than usual.

She ignored my confusion and reached up with her hand to stroke my cheek, drawing my face down to her lips. She kissed me, raising a whoop from the crowd. After a few moments she broke the kiss, put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Actaeon.”

As soon as she said it I realized that it was the word from my dream, though I still didn’t understand what it meant.

“I’m done,” she said to Morty, stepping back. “He is under my power.”

“Return to your corners and wait for the bell,” Morty ordered.

When the bell rang we both came out with gloves raised. She was dressed in boxing trunks, sneakers, and a tank top, but was still scorchingly sexy. As I paced into the ring I could hear jeers and catcalls from the crowd, and saw that even she was laughing. Following her gaze, I realized that a huge tent had risen in my trunks. My cock was as stiff as it always became whenever I saw her in my dreams.

She had said that I was hypnotized, but I didn’t feel any different. She approached to within a couple of feet of me and stood bobbing and weaving, as if waiting for me to attack. I kept my gloves up but circled the ring, unwilling to strike her.

“Try to hit me,” she said in an irritated tone.

“This isn’t how I thought it would go,” I replied. “I thought you would flatten me with hypnosis, send me down for the count with your mind.”

“Think again, Benny,” she said, a wicked grin lighting her face. “The people came for a fight and that is what I intend to give them.”

She understood the crowd better than I had. The fans had gotten bored watching us dance around each other. Angry boos began to erupt throughout the auditorium.

“I can’t throw a punch at you,” I protested. “You’re a girl.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” she scolded. Her fist shot out and landed a punch on my jaw, sending searing pain through my head. I stumbled back, stunned. Laughter and more catcalls came from the crowd.

“That was a little love tap,” Goddess Marquesa said. “If you don’t defend yourself this is going to be a short, boring match.”

“I won’t hit you,” I protested. “I love you.”

Goddess Marquesa laughed. “That’s sweet. But I control you completely, Benny,” she declared. “You will do and feel whatever I say. Right now there is incredible anger and hatred for me boiling up in you. Can you feel it?”

A red mist seemed to cover my eyes. All of a sudden I felt enraged, murderous. I had never really gotten angry at an opponent before, but as I looked at Goddess Marquesa I became furious.

“You want to kill me,” she cried. “Do it, Benny!”

It was as if I had split into two people, one that was desperately in love with Goddess Marquesa and one that wanted to destroy her, with the murderer in charge, and the lover caged and forced to watch. I lunged at her with my right haymaker. By every rule of nature that should have killed her, but she dodged and I caught only air. I followed with my left hook, this also found nothing.

As I thrashed about, she got inside my defenses and hit me with a shattering jab to the ribs. My wind was knocked out of me, I stumbled back. The crowd was roaring, screams of shock and glee rang out all around. I threw a right jab and managed to brush some of her blond hair back from her shoulder. Her left uppercut caught me in the chin and sent me into the ropes.

I bounced back swinging, but she had me zeroed. I flailed about with hooks and jabs while she pummeled my face and body with punishing blows. My right eye swelled up, I was wheezing from a cracked rib. Finally I became so punchy that I began to wobble, and was having difficulty keeping my hands up.

She clinched me, so that my erection, still granite-hard despite my rage and pain, jabbed into her shapely thigh.

“You did well, Benny,” she rasped, her voice made even sexier by exertion. “You aren’t angry at me anymore…you feel nothing but love for me again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I mumbled through swollen lips.

She broke the clinch and stepped back.  The crowd was on its feet, screaming their heads off. I could hear Bob shouting to stop the match. Goddess Marquesa pulled back her right fist, winding up.

“Thank you,” I said, staring into her green eyes through blood and sweat.

“I’ll see you again soon, Benny.”

She threw the punch, I heard something snap as it connected with my jaw.

And then I was walking through the woods, followed by dogs. Up ahead I could see a clearing…

The End

* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_and_Actaeon