Company Ink

  Company Ink

  The Pen is Mightier Book 2

  J. A. Cipriano

  DDCO Publishing, LLC.

  Copyright © 2018 by J. A. Cipriano

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  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

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  The Pen is Mightier

  The Pen is Mightier: Company Ink

  The Pen is Mightier: To Vegas… with Love

  Star Conqueror

  Star Conqueror: Recompense

  Super Human

  United We Stand

  King of the Gods

  World of Ruul

  Soulstone: Awakening

  Soulstone: The Skeleton King

  Soulstone: Oblivion

  Bug Wars

  Doomed Infinity Marine

  Doomed Infinity Marine 2

  The Legendary Builder

  The Builder’s Sword

  The Builder’s Greed

  The Builder’s Pride

  The Builder’s Wrath

  The Builder’s Throne

  The Builder’s Conquest

  The FBI Dragon Chronicles

  A Ritual of Fire

  A Ritual of Death

  Elements of Wrath Online

  Ring of Promise

  The Vale of Three Wolves

  Crystalfire Keep

  Kingdom of Heaven

  The Skull Throne

  Escape From Hell

  The Thrice Cursed Mage

  Cursed

  Marked

  Burned

  Seized

  Claimed

  Hellbound

  The Half-Demon Warlock

  Pound of Flesh

  Flesh and Blood

  Blood and Treasure

  The Lillim Callina Chronicles

  Wardbreaker

  Kill it with Magic

  The Hatter is Mad

  Fairy Tale

  Pursuit

  Hardboiled

  Mind Games

  Fatal Ties

  Clans of Shadow

  Heart of Gold

  Feet of Clay

  Fists of Iron

  The Spellslinger Chronicles

  Throne to the Wolves

  Prince of Blood and Thunder

  Found Magic

  May Contain Magic

  The Magic Within

  Magic for Hire

  Witching on a Starship

  Maverick

  Planet Breaker

  1

  I took a deep breath and concentrated as I tried to disentangle myself from a bed full of six naked women while also not waking any of them. Only as I rose from the massive bed to head to the shower, I heard Amy moan and saw her eyes starting to flutter. I froze, mid-step, one foot on the cool tile of my room and the other still trapped beneath the satin sheets.

  She made a weird sort of cooing moan before smacking her lips together. She rolled over, away from where I’d been lying beneath her arm, and threw her arm over Maggie. Her movement caused her to draw the sheet down just enough that I got a spectacular view of Maggie’s well-endowed chest, and for half a second, I thought about waking them up, and well, you know.

  I didn’t, but that was only because I was in desperate need of a shower after six hours of sex. Now free of the bed and satisfied none of them would awaken, I made my way across the large room and headed toward the door.

  We were in the Las Vegas lair below the Medallion casino, but that was only because we hadn’t figured out where we wanted to go yet. After all, the choices were everywhere and anywhere, and while I was partial to my friend Marty’s idea of “under the sea,” something about that felt a bit dangerous. I mean, what if the dome cracked because a mutant shark slammed into it or something?

  I know that sounded improbable, but when you have a magic pen that can make virtually anything written with it come true, you start thinking that crazy shit is the norm. Like, I dunno, a massive orgy with six, immeasurably beautiful goddesses.

  Taking one last look at the sea of women sprawled across my bed, I tried to fix the picture in my mind forever. I’d only had this place for a few days, but even still, I could get used to nights like the last one. ‘Cause damn.

  Smiling to myself because I was the luckiest fuck in the world, I reached out and placed my hand on the scanner beside the door. The readout on the pad pulsed with soft blue light before turning green. The door soundlessly slid sideways into the wall, revealing Cami standing there in her lab coat.

  “Well, if it isn’t my favorite mad scientist,” I said as she stood there, dark eyes roaming over me. Then she chewed hungrily on her lip.

  I immediately realized why.

  I was naked as a fucking jaybird.

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, swallowing hard and covering myself. “Guess I should have—”

  “Shh.” She cut me off by pressing her finger to my lips. Leaning close to me, she peered at my bed full of women. “Don’t wake them.”

  “Right.” I nodded, feeling a little silly, and stepped through the threshold. Part of me felt a little exposed since I was pretty sure Cami had never seen me naked, but I decided to own it. After all, I had the body of a Greek god.

  “I wondered when you would be finished,” she said after the door behind me had slid shut. I turned to find her once again eye fucking me. “Part of me wanted to go in there and join you.” She looked down at herself suddenly embarrassed. “I decided against it.”

  “Why?” I asked even though it was ridiculous because I was actually asking a smoking hot Asian chick why she didn’t want to join in a six-girl orgy with me. That probably should have been obvious.

  “I feel inadequate.” She looked away. “It’s why I haven’t made more of an effort to fuck you, despite ...” She swallowed hard, and her cheeks flushed. “You don’t realize how loud Felicia is, do you?”

  “I asked her to try to keep it down, but you know how it is.” I shrugged. Felicia had been my old guidance counselor at college and had wound up joining my little cadre when Wayne had attacked us with his magic pen.

  We’d defeated him easily enough, but she’d stayed anyway, and while s
he liked riding me a lot, part of me wondered if her staying had a lot more to do with her getting to fuck ridiculously hot chicks. Hey, I didn’t judge, but yeah. Out of all of the girls who had joined me, she was definitely the most enthusiastic.

  “Anyway,” Cami said, running a nervous hand through her short, spiky black hair. “I wanted to show you something.”

  “Were you working all night again?” I said as I followed behind her. As I padded along, I realized my feet were cold, and as I glanced down at them, I remembered I was butt naked. “And I need to put some clothes on. And shower.” I jerked a thumb over my shoulder at the closed door. “That’s why I got up.”

  “I’d rather you didn’t,” Cami said, glancing over her shoulder at me. “Get dressed, that is. I love looking at you.” She did a little shiver of joy. “I mean, I know I can’t touch, but I really like to look.”

  “Um … what do you mean?” I quirked an eyebrow at her. “You’re more than welcome to touch.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t. I’m not good enough.”

  “You’re not good enough?” I asked, even more confused. “You are a thousand-dollar-an-hour-hooker-turned-mad-scientist. You’re basically the best person in the universe. Like an anime character come to life.”

  My words made her frown, and she spun around. Only as she did, she opened her lab coat, letting me know she wasn’t wearing anything at all underneath.

  “Does this look like the body of an anime character?” She cupped her breasts. “These aren’t nearly large enough.” She spun, leaning against the wall and giving me a great view of her ass. “And I’m flat back here too.” She shook her head as she looked back at me over her shoulder. “I have nothing to offer you other than being Asian. I don’t just want to be ‘the Asian chick.’” She made air quotes.

  “Right.” I screwed up my face. “You’re not just the Asian chick, Cami.” I smiled at her. “I think you’re hot as hell.” I gestured down at not-so-little me. “He obviously agrees.”

  Her eyes fixed on my dick for a second, and as she inhaled sharply, a tremor ran through her body. Then she forcibly tore her gaze away, stood up straight, and pulled her lab coat shut, causing her hard nipples to poke against the fabric.

  “He doesn’t really.” She shook her head. “I’ve seen the way you look at Maggie, how everyone looks at Maggie.” She looked at her feet, cheeks flushed. “I want guys to look at me like that.”

  “I’m not following,” I said, waving a hand between us. “Can you just pretend I’m a dumb guy who doesn’t understand why you’re upset but desperately wants you to be happy?”

  “Fine.” She blew some hair out of her face. “I feel like my body isn’t as nice as all the other girls.” She bit her lip and looked away. “I was wondering if, maybe, you’d fix me.”

  “Fix you?” I asked, taking a step toward her and touching her cheek with my fingers. “I think you’re fine how you are—”

  “But I don’t.” She stepped back. “I want big breasts like an ‘anime character.’” She made air quotes as she said it. “And I wanna be thicker than Nicki Minaj.” She shook her ass a little.

  “Um …”

  “You can do that for me, can’t you?” She took a step forward, grabbing my dick. “If you did, I’d be ever so grateful.” She dropped to her knees in front of me and gave me a few quick licks that caused my brain to explode with pleasure. Damn, she was good at that. “You will do that for me, right?”

  “Just so I’m clear,” I said as she took all of me in her mouth, which let me just say, wasn’t easy at all. “You want me to give you huge tits and a nicer butt?”

  She popped my dick out of her mouth and looked up at me. “Yes.” She released me. “Then I really wanna finish this.” She pouted. “More than you know.”

  “Right, okay,” I said, taking the pen from the chain around my neck and turning toward the paper sheet covering the wall to my left. Hey, don’t judge. If you had my power, you’d cover most of the walls with paper too. “What size tits would you like?”

  2

  “Wow, thanks for that.” Cami winked at me as she slid from the bed in her workshop, revealing her newly enhanced body. “It was better than I ever dreamed.” She took a wobbly step and reached out, bracing herself on the edge of the desk. Then she giggled. “Man, I can barely walk.”

  “You know, it doesn’t have to be over,” I said, flashing a grin at her. “I don’t think anyone else is going to show up for a while.”

  “If I get back in that bed, I’ll never get out of it, and you won’t either. Worse, I’ll never get to show you what I invented, and trust me, you really want to see it.” She shook her head. “No, we’ll stay there until people come to look for us, and then they’ll join in with us.” She frowned. “I don’t mind sharing, but not while I’m with you if that makes sense.”

  “It’s fine. You’re not into girls.” I shrugged. “I’m not into guys, so it’s fine.”

  “Glad you understand.” She shook her new ass at me a bit. “But if you hurry over here, we might have time for a bit more before they wake up.”

  “Right, let’s do that,” I said, getting out of her bed and padding naked across the floor. As I moved, the ground seemed to heat, so that while the first few steps were chilly, it quickly moved to a more reasonable temperature. Goddamn Skye’s new AI was great.

  “So, remember when we were talking about the problem with your pen?” She turned, her hard nipples pointing right at my pen because, in addition to the tits and ass, she’d wanted another foot or so of height.

  “Yeah, the problem is that I still have to write stuff.” I frowned. “It’s why I taught myself shorthand.”

  “Right.” Cami nodded at me before sidling around the workshop table and heading toward the far wall where a tube full of black, viscous goop was suspended about seven feet off the ground. “I think I fixed it.”

  “You fixed it?” I asked, confused. “Fixed what exactly?” I looked down at the pen. “It seems to work pretty well …”

  “It works pretty well when you can write.” As if to illustrate her point, she pushed a large red button beside her station. “Don’t resist.”

  “Um …” I mumbled as a tube shot up from the floor, surrounding me in an instant, but because she’d told me not to resist, I stood there, stock still.

  The tube filled up to my neck with goo the consistency of wet concrete. By the time I took a single breath, it had hardened into a suffocating mass that kept me from moving so much as a millimeter.

  “Go ahead, try to escape.” She nodded at me. “I wonder if you can since this design was based off your idea.”

  She was right of course. This was one of the pen-bearer traps I’d come up with in the wake of Wayne’s attack, and it was designed to make it so a person couldn’t move because, well, if you couldn’t move, you couldn’t write.

  I tried anyway but, after a few moments, realized it was hopeless.

  “I can’t.” I smirked at her, and I’ll be honest, I was a touch pleased. “This is perfect.”

  “I thought it might be.” Cami sauntered toward me, and as she did, the tube itself slid back into the ground, leaving me contained in the cement-like trap. “But you should try to escape anyway.”

  She circled around me while I struggled, and as she came around to face me, she put her hands on the front of the goop encasing me and smacked me in the face with her breasts a couple times. “Man, these are really great.” She frowned at me. “You’re not trying to get away.”

  “All right, all right,” I said as she pulled back. This time I tried vainly to move, but still found myself stuck. “Nope. I think the trap works.”

  “Right, and that’s lame.” She dropped back down to the ground. “Because I really want you to break out of that silly trap and bend me over the table.” She smiled slyly at me. “So, I figured out a way to do that with this.” She moved back across the room and pointed to the original cylinder.

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nbsp; “Oh?” I asked, staring at it while she hit the button beside the one that released the trap, causing the weird super-strong polymer encasing me to dissolve. Admittedly, as it bubbled away, it felt a lot like being trapped in a bathtub full of champagne.

  “Yep.” She looked positively pleased with herself. “Just step under the tube, and I’ll show you.”

  “Okay.” I nodded as the last of the goop bubbled away. It was weird because I actually felt cleaner than I had before I’d gotten trapped. Wondering what she had cooked up, I made my way under the tube and stood on the big red X. “Here?”

  “Yep.” She pressed a button, and this time the bottom of the tube overhead opened, spilling the black goop down on top of me. Instead of splashing to the ground, it seemed to form around my body until I was entirely encased in what looked like a skintight black leotard.

  “Um, this is neat, but I don’t see how it helps?” I gestured down at myself. “I do like how it makes my abs look though.” I gave her a thumbs-up. “So, points for that.”