11 comments/ 101085 views/ 120 favorites In a Bottle... Ch. 01 By: Zeban Alan liked collecting stuff. Not just any stuff, but it was still safe to lump his collection together into one nondescript category. He always viewed the 'stuff' he bought as potential decoration, and it appealed to his fascination with patterns and puzzles. He owned three modern art themed rugs, yet only had one room to put one in; No two of his picture frames could be said to match each other, but each had a unique and enticing design to it; And the number of things he would like to hang up on his walls wouldn't fit even in an ordinary-sized house, let alone his two bedroom apartment. All the same, every purchase was well worth it to him. This was how he came across a strange totem pole on his way around town one weekend. Truth be told, he wasn't actually out to browse for any new items on this particular weekend, but he just happened to be passing by a little antique pawn shop when something in the window display caught his eye and drew him inside. The totem pole was covered with what looked like foreign writing on the sides as well as very elaborate pictures. Before he realized he was holding it, running his fingers over the gilded surfaces, he had already approached the owner of the store. "How long have you had this piece in the store?" Alan tried to ask offhandedly. A question to which the sharp-eyed gentleman answered, "Inside of a week," before engaging in a story about how the item that Alan was holding was actually imported from another country, and that he couldn't possibly let such a rare piece go for any less than two hundred. Alan briefly attempted to argue that he wasn't interested -- he knew how these swindlers worked -- but of course the owner had seen him drawn to it from the moment he entered the shop, and in less than a minute had him convinced that he couldn't live without it. "Two hundred it is then," Alan sighed as he pulled out his wallet and paid the man. Rather than taking his latest piece of art back to his car first, he instead brought it along with him to lunch so he could have a chance to look it over more closely. After the hostess had seated him and he was waiting patiently for her to return for his order, he pulled out the little totem pole and set it upon the table. The totem pole stood about ten inches in height and was tapered so that it easily sat on one end without tipping over. From top to bottom it had shimmering gold that flowed like cursive writing, but looked like gibberish that didn't seem to match together at all. In spite of this, it still accomplished a beautiful spiral of gold from top to bottom. The whole thing was smooth like polished wood, yet oddly heavy as though it had a core made of stone. The thing that most interested Alan were the pictures on the top. There were three murals, tiny, yet extremely detailed. One showed a picture of a female dancer clothed in exquisite silks. The second, an almost exact depiction of the moon. The third was a constellation of stars that he had never seen before. "Sir?" Alan jumped. He had been so absorbed by the art that he had forgotten that he was waiting for his waitress to return. "Y-yes. Sorry about that," he muttered, picking up the totem pole and placing it in his lap. "I'm ready to order. I'll have the smoked salmon and prawns. Just ice water to drink please." "That won't be a problem," she scribbled on a pad of paper ask she spoke. "Soup or salad?" "Salad with Thousand Island dressing, please." She scooped up his menu and went back to the kitchen with his order, leaving Alan alone once more. Rather than setting the totem pole back upon the table, he kept it out of sight in his lap and continued to study the pictures. Checking for tool markings or paint, he ran his finger across the picture of the woman dancing. The totem moved. Alan set it down next to him on the seat as though it were a snake trying to bite him. He continued to stare at it until the waitress brought him his salad and almost scared him to death. She asked if he was alright with an eyebrow raised skeptically, and he assured her that he was fine. He thanked her for the salad and tried his best to smile so she would leave. Once she was gone he experimentally touched the totem again and quickly withdrew his finger. Nothing. He pressed the picture of the dancer. Nothing again. Confused and wary, he realized it would be best to place it back into his coat pocket and eat his lunch before he became any more suspicious than he already was. He finished his salmon, decided he didn't have as big of an appetite as when he'd come in, got a to-go box, over-tipped his waitress hoping she would kindly forget to tell anyone else about her jumpy customer, and drove home. ------------------- Finally arriving home, Alan had convinced himself that his mind had been playing tricks on him earlier. He closed and locked the front door and sat down on his couch, taking off his coat and pulling out the totem pole. Again he touched his finger to the picture of the dancer, sure that nothing would happen this time. When a piece of the totem on the bottom shifted, he almost threw the whole thing across the room. What was he holding? Was it a bomb? Some kind of trap? A long lost artifact from some other country? Questions flowed into his mind like a million little voices who all wanted an answer at once. He touched it again. This time it shifted again, a little lower. He set it down on his floor and touched it. Nothing happened. Apparently he needed to have one hand wrapped about the base for this to work. Technology that he didn't, couldn't possibly, understand. Yet his unending curiosity wouldn't let him stop. He picked the totem back up and touched the mural of the moon. More of the gilding shifted, this time in the opposite direction. He liked art that made him think about patterns, but this was outrageous. Over the course of the next hour, Alan made several observations: Nothing he touched would cause a change to the totem except for the three pictures. The moving parts were only on the bottom, where the fancy gilding was at, and they seemed to move one at a time from top to bottom. The dancer moved one piece to the right, the moon moved one piece to the left, and the stars moved two adjacent pieces in the opposite direction from each other. He had started to slowly try and line up pieces of the gilding all along one side of the totem when he had to use the bathroom. When he came back everything he had done was undone. His confusion returned, this time with anger. After more experimentation he found that if he was not in close proximity to the totem for about forty five seconds after he had made a change, it would shift on its own, effectively randomizing everything once more. Alan spent the rest of the night rotating back and forth, lining up every line that seemed to fit with another along one side of the totem. It was very hard working with characters that he didn't recognize, and realized partway through that he was doing some parts wrong and kept shifting pieces until at one point he touched a picture and nothing happened. He tried the other two and they wouldn't work either. The gilding on the side shimmered. He must have done something. He turned the totem to the side and looked at the words he had made. وكل يوم كنت تعيش في العبودية An unexplainable feeling grew slowly in his gut as he sat there holding his totem. It wasn't fatigue, he wasn't tired yet. It wasn't quite lethargy either. Then he knew: acceptance. The aura about his totem was almost recognizing him as much as he was it. Without even consciously realizing it he glanced at the writing again and spoke aloud in a language that he did not know. The writing shimmered again and a small puff of smoke shot out of the top of the totem pole. Alan watched as it rose towards the ceiling, unsure of what to do. It began to change colors from a dusky gray to a vivid green. When it turned red and began to expand, he got worried and stood up from his couch fully intending to run, but only to find that there was no where to go except through it. Instead he stood there dumbstruck, watching his apartment slowly fill up with the colored gas. To say Alan was shocked at what happened next would be an understatement. So far the things that he had seen that day could mostly be explained with some form of science. But when the cloud of gas coalesced into a pair of red eyes floating in mid-air, his jaw very nearly hit the floor. More and more of the gas gathered around the eyes to slowly create the shape of a human head and neck. A face materialized out of the gas with midnight black hair framing it. The face was that of a woman, her long eyelashes slowly moving as she blinked at him. She had the smoothest looking skin he had ever seen, with freckles lightly spotting her cheeks and a full pair of lips that parted warmly into a smile that made his knees go weak. Alan didn't have a chance to see the rest of her body fabricate for the moment she smiled, he fell back onto his couch and the world went black. ------------------- When Alan was next aware of what was happening around him, the first thing he noticed was that the strange gas had vanished. Everything in his apartment was the same as it had been that morning when he'd gotten up. In fact, the only indication that anything at all had happened that day was the totem pole laying at his feet on the ground. He slowly got to his feet and gathered his wits. It was still shimmering slightly. He bent down to retrieve it from the floor, and as he stood back up his gaze met a pair of slender feet attached to an equally toned and beautiful pair of legs. Slowly he moved his eyes upward, afraid that going any faster would cause this lovely mirage to disappear. The legs, clad only in a few layers of very sheer silk, belonged to a feminine set of hips and, where the silk parted for a few delicious inches, a perfect little tear-drop slit of a belly button. His eyes lingered for a moment on this patch of bare skin while his brain struggled to recognize exactly how he was seeing what he was seeing. More red silk wrapped expertly around a full bosom leaving all of the good parts hidden in a way that caused Alan's groin to ache with desire. When finally his eyes reached her face, she was smiling at him. That smile. The last thing he remembered was her smiling at him through that veil of red smoke. He would never forget it. Suddenly everything snapped back together in his mind and a chill ran through his body. "Master," she said directly to him before bowing her head graciously. "Huh?" he asked stupidly. Of all the things he had expected this creature to say, that was by far the least likely. She lifted her gaze to meet his once more, looking genuinely concerned. "I am sorry, do you not understand me?" She gestured to his bookshelf with one of her graceful arms. "I took the task of learning your language while you were unconscious. I hope that I have not made a false assumption that these are your possessions." Her frown deepened, causing her forehead to wrinkle. "Y-yes. I -- uh -- the books, they're mine. I can understand you just fine..." He fumbled around for words that seemed foreign to his tongue, completely ignoring the fact that she apparently learned to speak English fluently in less than twenty minutes. "What, who are you?" Her smile returned when she heard him speak. "I am the djinn that you summoned, of course. A female genie, to be more specific." Alan visibly swayed on his feet. If he hadn't already feinted a moment ago, he would have at hearing those words. His genie? "And, what -- you're here to grant me anything I dream of?" "Not exactly. Every master that summons me is able to ask of one desire that I will then do my best to make into reality. One wish, if you will." "I thought genies gave three wishes," Alan grumbled half to himself. She didn't seem to notice that he hadn't meant to be heard, however. "Not all genies are the same, Master. It is true that some of us are created with enough power to grant an infinite number of desires to the one with whom we are linked, but that is quite rare. Of the 3,000 genies that I know exist, only 4 are as powerful as you suggest, and their fates are more directly controlled by the djinni." "If the djinni have the power to influence the fates of their kin, why don't they do that with all of you?" Alan asked purely out of curiosity. "So I have one wish then..." "None of the lesser djinni have the power to use their abilities for themselves. We require a human master to make the desire for our powers known. In this manner, we influence the world in small ways. You were chosen because you have the intellect required to open the lock on my containment chamber. And yes, you have but one wish." A multitude of ideas had been swirling around in his head, each possibility more grand than the last. "I think it would be best if I went to bed and slept on this. I wouldn't want to waste my only wish on some passing frivolous desire. By the way, what was it that I said to release the lock? I don't speak any languages besides english, and yet I knew those words like the sound of my own name." "It is the mantra that all genies are born with. Once you are chosen, you know it also. In the words of your language it would be similar to 'Every day we live as slaves.' I will await here for your return once you have rested." She bowed her head once more. Alan made his way out of the living room and back towards his bedroom. It was a good thing he was between roommates for the time being, having a genie in his living room would be very difficult to explain. By the time he got undressed and ready for bed it was 11:15. He crept out into the hallway to see what his genie was doing only to find that, true to her word, she hadn't moved a muscle and still had her head bowed. Alan lay down to sleep thinking about a thousand things at once, not the least of which was the last image he saw of the silk-clad backside of his genie standing in his living room. ------------------- That night Alan drifted off to strange dreams. At first he dreamt that he was flying, but he wasn't a bird. It was still his body, and he didn't have any wings. He just somehow thought about floating up into the air, and he did. He didn't take this amazing gift for granted, he began using it every chance he got. Instead of fighting morning traffic, he simply jumped out of his window in the morning and flew to work in a flash. Then he had a long staff in his hand and he waved it around like a king's scepter, his newfound flight quickly forgotten. Everything he touched it to became gold, and not just in color. It really turned solid gold. He was as rich as anyone could ever imagine. He could buy anything and everything. He called up his boss and quit his job. Then when he hung up the telephone -- just because he could -- he turned it into gold with his staff... which was now a totem pole adorned with arabic writing that he could not understand. Suddenly it was night time, and he was walking around in his apartment with no lights on. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't his apartment as his eyes adjusted. He walked through several doors trying to find his way out when he finally found himself walking in on a very attractive woman in the middle of getting undressed. She jumped a little and looked up at him for a moment, then moved closer to look through the door behind him while protectively clutching her shirt to her chest. She walked close enough that he could stretch out his arm and touch her before she shrugged and turned back around, satisfied that no one else but him had entered. It must have been his lucky day! She dropped her shirt, revealing a wonderful pair of tits and was just unbuttoning her pants when Alan looked into a mirror on her wall and realized that he wasn't in it! Glancing down quickly he saw that his body was entirely invisible. He touched his face to make sure he still existed and he felt his familiar fingers press into his flesh. He would have to figure out all of the details later after the hottie had finished taking her shower. He turned away from the mirror and found himself in a desert. He was holding an old golden lamp in his hand that looked quite familiar. He heard a voice talking and it took him a second to realize that it was his own. He was talking to someone, but who? He looked around and saw a big blue genie by an oasis explaining something to him, halfway talking to himself by the looks of it. Without thinking about his question, he asked, "Why not?" The genie looked at him for a moment and said in a forlorn voice, "The only way I get outta this is if my master wishes me out. So you can guess how often that's happened." Finally recognizing who and where he was, he finished the quote he knew so well from one of his favorite movie's as a child. "I'll do it. I'll set you free." ------------------- When Alan woke from his restless dream-filled sleep the next morning, the first thing he remembered was that he had a genie in the other room waiting for him. The second thing he remembered was the mantra that she had mentioned and how sad it had made him when he'd finally had the chance to think about what it meant for her. Genies weren't born free. Nothing they did was of their own volition, but simply whatever their "master" chose for them. He remembered how it felt when he suddenly realized that the impossible was all now very possible for him if he simply asked. The world was his, all he had to do was choose what he wanted. His genie didn't have that... couldn't choose. Ever. It made him sick to his stomach. He got dressed and went out to check on her. She was still waiting for him to return in the same position that he had left her. "Good morning, master. Have you chosen yet what it is that you desire?" she chimed at him as he walked into the room. Alan sighed heavily knowing what he wanted and yet fighting himself the whole way. "Yes. I desire that you not have any master that chooses for you how you will direct your power and live your life." She merely blinked at him for a few moments and then said, "Ever?" "No more, ever." "It is very obscured, but I see this to be your true desire at heart. I will live my life from now on by making my own choices. This was truly an unexpected desire, surely not your first. I can easily tell these things, as it is within my power to verify every desire that you have." She smiled at him in an odd, knowing sort of way. He blushed and looked at the ground as he mentally explored her possible implications. Before he knew what was happening she had crossed the room and embraced him tightly in a hug. He looked down into her eyes and she whispered, "Thank you, master. You have given me a gift beyond understanding." She stood up on her toes and kissed him full on the lips before walking over to let herself out of his apartment. Alan just stood there, unsure that anything that had happened had been real. Could he still be dreaming? He looked down to find that he was holding his totem pole once more. He set it on his table and went to get ready for work. After all, it was still monday morning. ------------------- Over the next few days, Alan found himself hating that he had given up the opportunity of a lifetime, but he still couldn't help feeling compassion for the genie. The more he worked, the less he thought about it. By friday, he found himself halfway doubting that the entire thing had even happened to him. The totem pole still refused to move when he touched the murals and none of the guys at work had taken him seriously when he'd brought up the remote possibility of a genie being real. Not that he could say he blamed them. The words that had come out of his mouth vaguely reminded him of a little boy asking if the moon was really made of cheese. In a Bottle... Ch. 01 As he pulled into the parking lot for his apartment complex, he was just thinking how glad he was that he had the whole weekend to try and forget this crazy chapter in his life. He got out of his car, went upstairs, and fumbled with his keys, wondering what sounded good for dinner that night. He opened the door to his apartment and not five feet in front of him stood the very same genie that he had summoned from the totem pole. "You aren't real!" he told her, hoping it would dispel the hallucination he was having. "I am quite real, master. And I have returned to thank you for what you have done for me. For giving me the freedom to choose my own path in life." She smiled at his reaction as she spoke to him. Alan somehow managed to remove his keys from the door and get it closed. He came in and stood right in front of her, reached out a shaky hand, and caressed her cheek. She was telling the truth. His genie had been real, and she had returned... but why? "But you already thanked me before you left. You said you knew that I was telling the truth, I wanted you to be free." "While that is all true, my thanks were very inadequate for the caliber of gift you have given me. And though it is true that I saw that your heart's true desire was my freedom, I am still able to see all of your other desires as well. To this end I have decided to spend the rest of your time on this world together fulfilling many of those desires, if you wish." "What? No! While I am flattered that you would make this choice of your own free will, spending your remaining time here with me isn't spending it any differently than if you were with a different master!" "I didn't say my time. I was talking about your time, master. The average life span of a Djinn is approximately 6,000 years. Once you have left the physical world, I will have plenty of time left to spend however I choose." Alan's head was beginning to spin again with the possibilities of what she was suggesting and he found it easier to sit down as he was starting to get a little dizzy again. "Six thousand years...? So if I lived to be 122, that would only be 1/60th of your average life span. That would be like two years for a human in comparison. I suppose that would be alright..." Suddenly something she had told him last sunday popped into his head. "Wait, I thought you said you only had the power to grant one wish per master?" "That is true," she said as she grinned at him. "However, during the past five days that I have been gone, I have been collecting other friends of mine, djinn with similar powers who currently do not have masters. I managed to find three of them since you lamented that I did not have the power to grant you three wishes." Alan sat on his couch dumbfounded. Of course, now it made sense. She hadn't been leaving him because he set her free. She had merely been hunting for a way to grant him his wishes. And she had found it. A perfect loophole. While Alan sat there making all of the connections, his genie walked over closer to him and bent over to whisper in his ear. "You also have some desires that I can fulfill even without using my abilities, correct?" As she said this, her tongue slowly traced the outside of his ear sending a shiver down his spine. Alan watched with rapt attention as she stood before him and slowly unwrapped one of the silks from her torso. It seemed to drift in the air all on it's own for the longest time before she let it float down to the floor. Off came another silk, floating up into the air, making her nipples barely visible through the remaining cloth. Alan couldn't detach his gaze as his beautiful genie began to slowly gyrate her hips while she stripped for him -- one cloth at a time. When next she removed a piece of silk, she let it float behind his head before gripping it with her other hand and sliding it back and forth across his neck, pulling herself ever closer to him in the process. The silk upon his skin was extremely sensuous and felt smoother against him than he imagined even her unblemished skin would. She continued rubbing him with her silk, letting him enjoy this for a moment before allowing it to glide down over his arms, giving him goosebumps. She surprised him again, abruptly and firmly gripping his wrists and wrapping the silk about them in a tight knot. "One of your desires is to experience this as realistically as possible," she murmured as she finished binding him. She winked at him when he looked up into her eyes. "That means no touching, yes?" He nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak at the moment. Alan hadn't had a girlfriend in some time and had of course been very attracted to his luscious genie. All the same, her sudden attentions had come as a shock and he felt slightly embarrassed to have been caught thinking of her sexually as she could obviously tell what his desires were. Although he barely knew this creature, he felt safe with her in a way that a child would feel with a parent and let her tie him up both to see what would happen next and just because it aroused him even further. She slipped off the last piece of silk wrapped about her breasts and they bounced free. Alan found his mouth beginning to water and his pants shifting to accommodate his rapidly expanding girth. He realized that he had been secretly fantasizing about her breasts since he first saw her silken-clad form nearly five days ago. They were gorgeous. Larger than he had previously thought seeing them while they had been pressed against herself, they held the perfect shape and swayed back and forth before his face with perky little nipples that were now a very dark color and as hard as diamonds. Her obvious arousal only served to further his own. She must've sensed his tension because she leaned forward just enough to rake one of her nipples across his cheek, teasing him more. She began to twirl around, dancing for him to the rhythm of a song only she could hear, and as she did so two more silks drifted with her hands away from her waist. Alan was rewarded with glimpses of her ass every time she spun, as one of the silks had completely revealed her butt while still keeping her thighs and crotch covered. He shifted uncomfortably on his couch trying to keep his urges under control. She must have noticed the effect that all of this was having on him because she began to twirl more slowly and moved closer to him again until her silks were continuously sliding along his face and neck with every pass, driving him insane. She raised her arms so she could get closer without hitting him with her elbows all the while twirling slowly until eventually instead of her silks, it was her breasts sliding across his face. Alan closed his eyes and snaked out his tongue to flick her nipples each time they brushed his face, eliciting several low moans from his genie until she was once again too far away. Her dance almost over, she continued to rotate slowly while removing the final few silks still clinging to her lower body unveiling a nearly hairless crotch with only a small strip of hazel colored hair leading down between her legs. Alan made no attempt to conceal his obvious erection as she started back towards him giving him flashes of her ass and pussy between flutterings of the last silk until she finally tossed it up into the air to begin its long decent to the floor with the others. He had definitely never had a striptease from any of his girlfriends before, not even the ones he had slept with. His genie had the perfectly toned body for it, which made it even better -- enough meat on her bones so you couldn't see her ribs, but not muscular either. She turned around to sit on his lap, but stopped with her succulent ass barely an inch above him and held it there. She rose up the tiniest bit only to lower herself back down to hovering over him. She repeated this over and over until she was lightly grazing his crotch. It took all of the willpower Alan had at his disposal not to dry hump her each time she rubbed against his pants. After a few minutes of pushing him as far as she dared, she put her hands in front of herself and leaned forward onto his table, giving him a phenomenal, full view of her pussy. Her inner lips distended slightly, glistening with her juices and betraying how aroused she had become giving him a lap dance. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, watching him admire her backside for a moment before she spoke. "There are two desires you have had for a long time, now satisfied. Can you think of any others you would like me to fulfill, master?" Her ass swaying back and forth as she asked him. "Everything about you is so... perfect." He mentioned, more than slightly distracted. "Of course." She stated as though he were merely reminding her of what he already knew. "You were my last master, so when I was brought forth from my containment chamber I was given the form most suitable to grant your desire." "So you are what... my literal perfect idea of a woman?" "In almost every sense." Eager to test the validity of this new bit of information in a couple of different ways, Alan started by leaning forward and running his tongue between her pussy lips. This brought forth a guttural moan from his genie, giving him a jolt of pleasure as he realized it was his first time touching her. Her juices were sweet like a melon, one of the things he had always heard about some women having that others did not. "If you untie my hands now, we can see what else about you is perfect." "Yes, master." She said half with obedience, half with excitement and turned around to free him. As she untied his wrists from behind his back something gnawed at the back of Alan's brain. "Since my wish was for you to be free, that means you don't have to do any of the things I ask of you, right?" "While you are correct, it is still in my nature to be subservient. Call it habit, I suppose." She pulled the silk free and abandoned it on the floor, then looked straight into his eyes meaningfully for several seconds as she continued contemplating his words. "Are you worried that I will disregard your wishes, or that I may harm you to free myself? I assure you that I will take care of you in any way I can, miraculous or otherwise. This includes looking after your safety." He reached down to her on the floor and held her head between his hands. "Nothing more than a fleeting thought I had... but thank you for that." And he leaned down to kiss her affectionately on the mouth, touching her intimately for the second time since he had met her. They kissed slowly, but forcefully, their yearning driving the motion. While they kissed, she slowly enmeshed her body with his, ending up sitting on his lap with her arms around his back. Somehow she got her skillful tongue into his mouth and stimulated a few spots he didn't even know existed. When they broke for air she ran his bottom lip between her teeth, then licked it playfully. If he didn't already have an aching hard on, the look in her eyes and her sensuous breasts pressing against him would've instantly amended that. Before his genie decided to take him beyond the point of no return, Alan resolved himself to take control of the situation, and he grabbed her by the shoulders and sternly peeled her off of his lap to lay her down on the couch. "I do believe I have an investigation that I need to take care of," he recalled as he removed his shirt and lay his body on top of hers. With her luxurious form trapped beneath him he kissed her once more before exploring. He started behind her ears, lavishing her with little flicks of his tongue, trying to mimic what she had done with hers. He moved down along her neck and collarbone kissing lightly every few inches and went all the way around her left breast so he could start at the bottom. Alan loved the underside of breasts more than the nipples almost. It was a shame they weren't more sensitive. Oddly enough, his genie began to squirm fiercely as he drew patterns all across her underboob with the tip of his tongue. He began to gently nip upward with his teeth until he got to her little areola, at which point he promptly sucked it right into his mouth and rolled it back and forth. His hand kneading her other breast just wasn't enough and he slipped her nipple out of his mouth to change sides. After he was satisfied that he had given her other breast equivalent treatment, he moved back downward, eliciting a long moan as he kissed his way down the bottom of her breast. He made a mental note to explore her sensitive breasts more later. He paused to admire her perfect belly button before continuing his attentions down across her hip bones, finally coming to a stop at her neatly trimmed strip of vertical hair. Running his nose through it, he found it was the softest hair he had ever felt, reminding him of a stuffed animal for a moment before he nuzzled his way between her nether lips. After a bit of nosing around he uncovered her clitoris and drew slow circles around it. She moaned again and her breathing quickened noticeably. He snaked his tongue out and flicked it a few times before kissing it hard. "Oh master! Force your tongue into me!" she cried delirious with pleasure. Alan loved being given instruction, and tried just that. After licking all along the outside of her lips, he thrust his tongue into her several times. Each time he felt her vaginal walls crush his tongue, trying to hold it inside of her. Her hips bucked upwards each time his tongue touched her slippery hole. He teased her for a moment, flicking her with his tongue and then pulling back when she tried to impale herself onto it. After the fourth time, she grabbed her nipples out of frustration and tugged on them, trying to stimulate herself to an orgasm. He continued his assault a second time, filling her with his tongue and wiggling it around before pulling back for a breath. She had lost the ability to form words and moaned and mewed at him while his tongue penetrated deeper into her bucking pussy and her hands tore at her breasts. When she came it was a dream come true. Her squeal of bliss was accompanied by several small showers that hit Alan in the face until he managed to lock his mouth over her fountain. She continued to scream as her initial orgasm crashed into her second one resulting from Alan's suction and the added attention of her hands. It took her many more squirts and a full minute to come back down. Of course Alan didn't mind, as he had discovered that her ejaculate tasted as sweet as Mountain Dew and was busy swallowing everything he could. Slowly her eyes lost their glazed look while she caught her breath. "I didn't even know I could do that," was the only thing she could manage. "You did say you were perfect. I've always had fascination with women who can squirt, so I had to do a little research." A recurring thought hit Alan once more and he chuckled, "Man, I'm glad my last roommate moved out already, or she definitely would be packing her bags right now." After another restful moment his glowing, beautiful genie sat up and took hold of his hand helping him up off the couch. She led him down the hallway. "I need to show you something." In a Bottle... Ch. 02 "I need to show you something." Alan had just finished giving his genie a double orgasm -- something that he had only dreamt about until he had watched her do a striptease for him -- and her body was still flushed with the excitement. He would've been surprised that she could walk so soon after that, but lately things came as less and less of a surprise every day. She had him by the hand and was leading him down his hallway towards the second bedroom of his apartment. "I hope you do not mind that I let myself into your apartment today," she apologized, "But I was aware of your living situation and made the decision myself to live here where I would be closer to you, and thus more available to assist in your desires." "Of course I don't..." Alan started to say, but only managed to get a couple of disjointed vowels out because she had opened the door, revealing what was inside. It was still the second bedroom of his apartment... but solely in the respect that it was attached to his apartment. The room had somehow been altered in the nine hours between when he had left for work in the morning, and now. For starters, it was thrice as big as his main living room, making it not really a bedroom anymore, except for the bed that was now in the center of the room. And what a bed! It was as though someone had taken two king-sized beds and trimmed each into a half circle and then pushed them together. It was also covered with silk sheets that very much reminded Alan of the clothing his genie was no longer wearing. There were pillows strewn about the circular 'bed', since no direction was rightfully the top half, and several more around the base making it look more like a mountain or a plateau of inviting comfort. "Wow," was all he said at first. Alan swept his gaze across the rest of the room taking in the white walls (which appeared to be made of real granite), the trickling fountain with five tiers, and all of the decorations before his wandering eyes fell upon a chest of drawers with three mismatched objects on top. One was an ornate vase covered in gilding and murals, with a lid that sunk down so snugly that from where he was standing, Alan couldn't even see the seam that separated them. The second was a sturdy looking treasure chest that had three keyholes down the front and three keys placed neatly beside it. One was heavily jeweled, the second looked to be made of rusty iron, and the third key was transparent as though it were made of glass. The final object was a polished oil lamp that had more arabic writing -- he guessed -- all along the base. Alan turned back to his nude genie standing beside the door watching his reaction. "Are those...?" he pointed in the direction of the chest of drawers against the wall. "The three djinni, each with the power to grant a desire to its master," she finished. "I hope this alteration does not displease you. I was not aware that you were in the process of replacing your previous roommate." "Displease me? Have you gone crazy? This place is amazing! And I am not looking for another roommate, I was merely commenting that my last one would have been uncomfortable with having you..." he gestured with an open palm to her glorious nudity, "Like this in our apartment." She smiled at his appraisal and bounced across the room to hug him, pressing her glowing skin against his chest. He held her tightly, enjoying the feel of her warm breasts against him and the flowery scent of her dark mane under his nose. The closeness also reminded both of them that Alan's erection had never gone away. He reached a hand down and squeezed one of her irresistible ass cheeks. "Speaking of desires..." Alan insinuated with a grin. He knew that she would catch his meaning easily enough, but she merely looked up at him with her dark red eyes. Waiting. She knew what all of his desires were. Waiting was torture. "I desire that you get down on your knees and blow me," he said, finally. "Yes, master." With that she slithered out of the embrace and got down on her hands and knees. She removed his pants while shaking her ass to and fro. Once he was as naked as she was, his genie began kissing lightly all along his shaft. Just before she was about to get to the head, she would turn the other way and kiss back down along the opposite side of his shaft. He shivered and groaned and bucked his hips to no avail. She was excellent at teasing him, and it was driving him insane. When he felt like he was about ready to grab her hair and force himself into her mouth she sat back on her heels and grinned up at him knowingly. She stood up and pushed him backwards until he tripped on something and fell. He threw his hands back to catch himself and discovered that he was on the bed and he had tripped on a pillow. His genie climbed up onto the bed after him like a cat stalking its prey. Still grinning at him, she cupped her tongue firmly around the head of his cock and lowered her face down onto his crotch slowly. It felt as though he were falling without a parachute. Down, down, down into a warm darkness that enveloped his mind and seeped into all of the infinitesimal cracks. He floated in this feeling of erotic pleasure as her tongue undulated against him in little ripples, her lips continuously sucking him farther in. No sooner did his cock touch the back of her throat than he started to spasm uncontrollably. Unable to hold back any longer he gave in and enjoyed the most intense orgasm of his life while he shot squirt after squirt of cum down her throat and she swallowed every drop. When he had finished, she released him and swirled her tongue around the head for another minute, keeping him hard. "Better?" she asked him in a voice that sounded impossibly far away. He simply moaned in response as his brain clawed its way back into reality. It was slow going, but after a moment Alan's senses had come back one by one. She was sitting on the bed smiling at him. "That was unbelievable!" he almost shouted at her. "What am I going to do with you, miss perfect? There's no way you could top that if you tried." "I would be willing to try and prove you wrong," she purred. "I have never wanted more to be wrong in all my life," Alan declared. He reached over and pulled her down to him and kissed her. Her body was so warm and tempting that had his statement not piqued his curiosity, he easily would've been consumed with desire again. He wondered aloud, "What is your name by the way? Not that we can't just keep calling you miss perfect." "Djinn are able to tell each other apart by the subtle differences in their magical composition, because of this our creators never gave us names. It is the choice of our masters if they name us or not. I have never adopted a name for myself because I have been called by so many." Alan made a mental note to think of a name for her and moved on. He had wanted to relieve the ache in his groin so badly that he hadn't had much time to dwell upon the other three genies awaiting him. He walked over to the chest of drawers and glanced at each of the objects on top before opening a drawer to see if anything was inside. He found it full of various clothing items. A robe made of egyptian cotton lying on top caught his eye and he decided to try it on. "Are the other three genies all as powerful as you? Can they do anything different, I mean?" He inquired of his genie once he was covered up. "The other genies are all equally capable of granting you a single desire, just as I did. What you choose to ask of them is up to you, but whatever you decide I am sure that it will not challenge their abilities." "Hmmm, that's good too hear. So nothing is off limits. How exactly do I get them out of their containment chambers? Is there a significant change I need to make to release them like I did with you?" "All genies require that you speak the mantra aloud to release them from their containment chamber, but each is protected in their own way from being stumbled upon by some unworthy person." She went over how each of the genies' containment chambers worked. Alan found that paying attention to a beautiful woman explain something was very difficult when she was naked. The lamp, which required you to rub it vigorously with your palm, was the easiest. He was most impressed by the enchantment placed upon the urn. It required only that you remove that lid, which was on very tight so that it would not accidentally slide off of its own accord, however each time a person thought to look inside of the urn, they were affected by a strong sense of deja vu that satisfied their curiosity. Alan released each of his genies once he knew the tricks, and this time he got to watch each of them form before his eyes -- a sight he had only partially witnessed with his first genie before fainting. It was exciting to see a body form out of nothingness and he enjoyed it each time as all three of his genies seemed to be female and just as stunning as the first. He was a little disappointed to find that only one of them spoke english, but they learned quicker than he thought possible and he soon had the other two speaking fluently with the help of his genie. Each of them were ready to grant him whatever desire he had on his mind. Alan glanced around at the women standing before him all with their heads bowed awaiting his decision. "Now I'll definitely have to give you names, I can't have four stunning women living with me and nothing to call them. I've already decided to call you Misty," he said turning to his first genie. "You were my first, so I shall name you my favorite name. I thought it also fitting considering how you all seem to materialize out of a gaseous mist." "Thank you, master," she replied demurely. Alan wasn't sure if she was comfortable being named the favorite with three other djinni watching, but at least he knew that she approved of the name he had chosen for her. He looked each of the new genies up and down, appreciating their fine attributes and noticing their differences. The first he decided to call Magik because of her alluring blue eyes, which seemed to glow magically. The second he dubbed Carmella because she had the richest looking skin. Every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but think of the smooth deliciousness of caramel and it made his mouth water. The last was the tallest of all four of his genies and her legs were slender and sexy, he loved to just look at her, captivated. He named her Lucky. "I wish I could keep all of you..." he noted aloud in a somewhat forlorn voice. It would be hard seeing these infatuating genies leave him as he decided what he desired most and asked them for their help in granting it. "Is that your true desire, master?" Carmella asked him, eager to please, her gaze shifting uncertainly. Alan paused for a moment, hoping that he hadn't just wasted one of his wishes. When she continued to look to him hopefully he realized that it wouldn't be a waste at all. In fact, he had said it out loud because it had been one of the most prevalent thoughts in his mind. "Yes," he said, fixing his gaze on her. "I desire that the three of you will live here as my harem even after you have granted my wishes." Then as an afterthought he added, "And that as my personal harem you may come to help myself or Misty when we need it." "Your heart shows this to be your true desire, therefore it is within my power to grant it," Carmella said with a smile, breathing normally again, positive now that she wasn't making an assumption. Alan looked regretfully over at Misty and winced. "I hope you weren't planning on living here with me by yourself." Misty giggled, wrapped an arm around him, and spoke softly saying, "I am here to fulfill your desires, and that is exactly what you are doing right now. You will have to do much worse than accept my gifts to offend me. Besides, now we both can have more fun." It took him a minute to realize what she was implying and when he did he looked at her with a glint in his eye. "You really are the perfect woman, aren't you?" he chuckled under his breath. "In almost every sense," she retorted, grinning at him. "As your harem does that mean we get to help take care of that?" Magik asked pointing to Alan's now semi-erect penis poking out through the robe. He looked down to where she was pointing, not realizing that he had been getting aroused thinking about his four genies pleasuring each other. "We will certainly have to deal with that, but first things need to come first," he announced, a little embarrassed at being called out. "Misty is the only one naked here, how are we going to rectify that?" Before he knew it, all three women were peeling off silks and tossing them into the air revealing the more private details of their bodies to their master, and a very interested Misty. The differences in their bodies became even more apparent as they stripped. Carmella was easily the most slim, but also shortest. Alan could now tell that Magik and Carmella had no bush, and that Lucky had blond hair up top and down below. He and Misty mock judged the three pairs of breasts displayed proudly to them as though choosing the best looking fruit at a grocery store. "Yes, the size of those are definitely nice, but shape is also important..." Misty commented in a serious voice. The three nude genies simply stood there smiling, enjoying all of the attention. In the end, they agreed that Magik had the nicest breasts, though Alan had a soft spot for Lucky's nice puffy nipples. "You know," he said to Misty, approaching Lucky. "I think we need to factor flavor in also." Misty cocked her head at him and watched as he lowered his mouth and licked her nipple. Lucky closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair while he sampled both nipples. Misty took the hint and agreed with him that they had forgotten to taste each pair of breasts before she joined him in suckling on Carmella next, who panted loudly the whole time. Magik's nipples had already gotten hard watching them work on the other two women and she yelped in surprise when Alan bit lightly on one of them before sucking it into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. "I think Magik wins for flavor, too," Alan stated. "A very fine pair of breasts," Misty agreed. "I think it is our turn for a little taste test," Magik said slyly, reaching into Alan's robe and grasping his engorged cock. Alan obliged her by removing his robe and instructing all four women to lay down on the bed with their feet in the center of the circle. He could have easily fit seven or eight people on the huge bed. Once he had them all positioned, he went from mouth to eager mouth, letting each one have a drop of the precum leaking out of the tip of his cock. This continued until finally Magik sucked him all the way into her mouth instead of licking him and began to slowly bob her head up and down. He let this go on for a moment while he looked upon his gorgeous harem of genies laying next to each other on the bed. It was one of the best feelings of his life, even if he discounted Magik's oral attentions. Before she got him too close to the edge he pulled away. "Let's get everybody in on this, I don't want to be the only one feeling good," he exclaimed with a grin as he got onto the bed. He motioned to Magik and said, "Misty, you said that you wanted to have fun with these ladies, and I'm sure djinni have desires just like humans." "Yes, master, we are fully capable of enjoying sexual experiences if that is what you are referring to," Magik replied. "And do you desire sexual contact?" he asked Magik. "Yes, master." "Misty, lay back on the bed here." He caressed her skin as she responded to his request. He then had Magik straddle her face on all fours so she would have easy access to her slit. "Now, show Magik how well you can use your tongue." Misty beamed at him briefly before going to work teasing Magik in much the same way she had just done to Alan less than an hour prior. Alan watched triumphantly as Magik tried to manipulate Misty into stimulating her most sensitive spots by maneuvering her hips back and forth. Misty pulled her face back each time she got close before resuming her steady exploration of Magik's pussy. Alan was immersed in watching the show until he realized Carmella and Lucky were still watching him expectantly. He invited them to come lay on either side of Magik's legs and tickle Misty under her breasts -- since he now knew they were extra sensitive there. They snuggled up next to her and caused her to jump at their feather-light, intimate touches. Even though she knew what was coming it still caused her to writhe futilely while trapped between Magik's legs. While they were all busy, Alan took the chance to probe around Carmella and Lucky's legs. Carmella had a supple body, soft to the touch just as he had imagined. He massaged his way up and down their thighs, a hand on each, before bringing his ministrations to their slippery lips. He ran his hands over each genie's mound comparing the two and enjoying Lucky's reaction as she tipped her hips forward, pressing into his palm. He dipped a finger into her hole watching the reaction on her face turn to bliss as he pulled it back out and ran it in little circles around her hole before sliding it back into her wetness. He squeezed Carmella lightly and decided that she needed attention as well, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clitoris. He was very aware of how hard his cock had become and decided that he had every reason to enjoy himself. He held a special place in his heart for Misty, his genie who had come back after he had released her from servitude, and wanted her to be the first to fuck him. He retracted his hands -- now slick with the juices of his genies -- and rubbed them all over his cock, lubricating it. He positioned himself closer to Misty and leaned over beside her as she kissed Magik's pussy flesh. "Would you mind being the first djinn ever to fuck me?" he whispered into her ear. She looked at him with a delighted look on her face and answered, "Of course, master." She spread her legs open for him and he aligned himself between her moist pussy lips and pressed the head of his cock against her. Already wet, it slid in with nothing more than a satisfying sound. He pulled back a little and then thrust in as deep as he could go, burying himself in her greedy snatch. It fit like a glove. Misty moaned into Magik's pussy as she continued to tongue her, the vibrations from her moan causing her to grind down harder onto her mouth. She was grasping him tightly, trying to pull him in deeper with her vaginal muscles while he just sad there and enjoyed the sensations. He slowly began to rock in and out of her, the head of his cock rubbing against her smooth ridges. Once again remembering his other genies, Alan pulled Carmella's hairless pussy close enough that he could access it and told her to wrap her legs around his head while his hands went in search of Lucky. He slid his fingers back into Lucky's welcoming slit using more pressure this time and stroking her clit with his thumb. He ate Carmella with a passion and fucked into Misty as she kept contracting her vaginal walls around him, spurring him on. Alan became lost in a world of pleasure listening to Magik squeal while Misty moaned into her. He watched Carmella rubbing her clit as he tongued her pussy and she humped against his face. He was pumping into Misty with wild abandon when he heard her scream loudly and felt her pussy clamp down so hard that it squeezed his cock out and she began to soak him with her juices, squirting all over him as she orgasmed for the third time that day. Her scream set off Magik, who also came and collapsed on the bed in a heap, unable to hold herself up any longer. In a Bottle... Ch. 02 Lucky removed Alan's hand and rolled over so her head was above Misty's pussy and guided Alan into her warm mouth. She quickly resumed the pace he had set with Misty and used one hand to stroke his shaft while her other hand was between her own legs rubbing fervently. Alan gave himself over to the wonderful feeling of orgasm as he felt his balls tighten and start to contract. Lucky pulled him out of her mouth when she sensed him nearing release and opened wide, stroking the underside of his head with her tongue. His first jet of cum shot past her and hit Misty's breasts, the second went past her tongue and hit her cheek, then he finished emptying his balls into her waiting open mouth. Carmella was overtaken by her orgasm when she saw Alan shoot on Lucky's face and she extracted her legs from around him and lay down to rest when she finally stopped shaking. Exhausted, Alan lay down nuzzled between Misty and Carmella and closed his eyes for a moment... and then sleep took him. In a Bottle... Ch. 03 The first thing that Alan noticed the next day was the cramp in his gut. He was so hungry it had actually awoken him. Slowly he opened his eyes to the morning light, finding himself wonderfully tangled up in a mass of arms and legs. He blinked hard for a minute trying to remember why he wasn't in his own bed. The previous night hung in his consciousness like a hazy dream, not quite seeming real. And yet... Misty lay facing him, her eyes closed and her bottom lip hanging loose as she rhythmically inhaled and exhaled. Alan pulled his arm out from underneath Carmella who was snuggled against his right side. She stirred slightly at the disturbance and nuzzled closer before drifting back to sleep. Alan reached out with his hand and lightly traced the outline of Misty's body from her shoulder down past her hip and back up again. A smile briefly touched her lips and he continued with his slow tickling over her ribs. With care not to wake her, he continued his featherlight caresses more boldly, tracing his fingers around one of her beautiful teardrop breasts. Forgetting how sensitive the undersides of her breasts were, he nearly jumped out of his skin when her hand instinctively whipped up and grabbed his wrist. He looked back at her face into her open eyes. "I'm sorry, master," she quickly apologized in a hushed tone as she immediately released his arm. "I did not know that it was you touching me. You are welcome to continue if you desire." "I...I didn't mean to wake you, I was just admiring your breasts," he whispered back trying to slow his racing heart. Then with an eyebrow raised and the corner of his mouth upturned in a smirk, "Would you like me to continue?" She smiled and nodded, closing her eyes to suggest the feigned appearance of sleep. Alan resumed his slow featherstrokes around the undersides of her breasts, earning frequent shivers and goosebumps across her skin. She arched her back trying to get closer to his touch and he obliged, openly palming her breasts before finally bringing his head down to pull a nipple into his mouth. She squirmed against him, biting her lip to keep herself from gasping. Unable to resist any longer, Misty moaned long and low into the top of his head. An echo came from his stomach as it gurgled, announcing that it had not had food for over sixteen hours and wasn't happy. Carmella stretched out a groan of her own. Magik yawned. Lucky propped her head up on Carmella's side and reached over to lay her hand upon Alan's erect penis and squeezed gently. "Good morning, master." "I think it's time for breakfast before the four of you keep me locked in this room for an entire Saturday," he declared disengaging himself from the mass of bodies and hopping off the bed before the women and pillows could drag him back down. He grabbed his commandeered bathrobe off the floor and flung it around himself before heading down the hall to the kitchen. - - - - - - - - - - Alan was in an exceptional mood today and had decided that regular cereal was out of the question. Instead, he decided to dice up a red pepper he had in the refrigerator and grate some cheese. He had just finished and was whipping some eggs to make an omelet when a still nude Carmella quietly came up behind him and began rubbing herself against his backside. He spun around in surprise so quickly that half of his egg mixture splashed to the floor. "What exactly do you think you're doing in my kitchen?" He shouted in mock anger as he surveyed the floor and turned to face her. Immediately her smile dropped and her body language shifted into a submissive state, her head and shoulders drooping. Her face went crimson. "I... I was just... I wanted to be with you master, to keep you company. Is that not my duty as your haremess?" She looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Alan walked over and grabbed her chin between his forefinger and thumb and brought her face up to look into his eyes again. He kissed her, pressing his lips into hers and forcing them open so their tongues could mingle briefly before he pulled away. "Gotcha." He smiled and let go of her. She seemed about to cry from confusion until she realized what had just happened. "You are not mad at me?" "Not at all," he said glancing down at the floor again and frowning. "But those eggs are wasted now. I'll have to clean them up so nobody slips on them. Plus, it's awfully unsanitary." Carmella, now even more eager to please, if that was at all possible, gave a little bounce which jiggled her breasts and chimed, "I'll clean the floor for you, master!" Alan didn't miss or fail to appreciate her breasts as they bounced in front of him. Neither did his waning erection, which twitched approvingly. When she grabbed the dish rag from his sink without waiting for him to answer he merely agreed, "Okay." Carmella got down on her hands and knees and began to push the slimy eggs into a pile that could be more easily scooped up. Consequentially, this gave Alan an amazing view of her rear end which resulted in his erection returning in full force. She didn't notice and went about her task, emptying handfuls -- or ragfuls in this case -- of egg into the sink and then bending down again to wipe the floor some more. He stood with heavy feet like a tree trunk rooted to the ground watching her until she had most of it off the floor. Still turned on by his short morning bout with Misty, Alan couldn't resist. He walked over to her splayed form and inserted his middle finger into her snatch and watched the entire length disappear inside of her. She stopped mopping and moaned. "Almost clean yet, Carmella?" He asked casually wiggling his finger around inside of her. "Yes, master... Almooooh-st." She moaned again as he inserted another finger and began moving them in and out. "Well, it won't get done unless you keep scrubbing." "Yes, master," she cooed and began wiping the floor up again. They continued to pretend as though nothing was out of the ordinary for a time, her still attempting to clean the floor, him fingering her. Though, after awhile the pretense fell through and she began to grind onto his finger in earnest, panting loudly. "You have such a wonderfully tight puss, Carmella, I can only imagine how much better it would feel on my cock than your mouth." "You may find out for yourself if you desire," she panted looking back at him, his cock hanging out of the bathrobe. "I believe the floor is now clean, master." Alan's erection was beginning to hurt from being hard, so he removed his hand and helped her up from the floor. Immediately, her own hand dove between her legs to replace his, rubbing her clitoris. Alan grabbed her about the waist and lifted her up onto the kitchen table, noticing that she was surprisingly light. She put her feet on two chairs, spread her legs, and continued to rub herself while he watched. Alan swiftly untied the bathrobe and let it slide off his shoulders and down to the ground giving Carmella a better view of his cock, which had begun to drool with precum. "Now that's... what I've wanted... since you ate me... last night," she panted. Alan stroked it a couple times and watched her pleasure herself another moment before positioning himself between her legs. His proximity made her hips buck provocatively with anticipation, searching for the bulge of his groin. Her loins found what they sought eventually, enveloping the head of his cock briefly in her folds a few times as their bucking motion dipped his tip into her hole before he finally pressed forward and slid all the way inside of her. Time seemed to slow exponentially the farther he got inside, and he enjoyed each sensation before moving on to the next. First was the heat, so warm and inviting, like a ray of sunlight slowly sliding over his body in the summertime. Then came the slick juices, like a warm bottle of oil being emptied onto his entire body, lubricating it, unseen hands gripping his flesh as they spread it around. Slippery wetness mentally covering him from head to toe. Those hands wrapping around him, slowly grasping, massaging, rubbing, tugging... Instantly, all of the warm pleasurable sensations increased as he reversed and slid back out of her as slowly as he'd entered. Her pussy like a strikingly familiar mouth trying to coax him back inside, pull him back to her core. Desperately her hips bucked again, reaching out as far as they could, clinging to the last inches of his slick shaft as it was taken away. Carmella whimpered and reached between her legs, spreading her slick cunny lips wide for him. Alan obliged and indolently embedded his cock into her again and again, gradually increasing his tempo as his need rose. Her fingers went to her clit and began to rub again bringing new sounds to life as she neared orgasm. Alan was already riding a fine line, now driving into her in earnest, and her passionate vocalization picked him up and threw him over the edge and into release. He was filling her pussy. His body was frozen in perpetual orgasm. She collapsed onto her back, still spread-eagle, letting him, loving him. Waves rose and crashed within the two of them as though they were separate identities sharing the same body. Time became an objective concept as their bodies ceaselessly thrummed in unison. After they finished her pussy continued to milk his erection with soft pulses. Alan lazily opened his eyes to three stunning djinni watching Carmella on his kitchen table, him moaning still, balls deep in her pussy. His mouth opened for a moment and he closed it, unsure of what to say. They were all grinning at him. Misty was the first to speak. "Does this mean we may lock you in that bedroom now?" Her eyes smiling mischievously. Alan was surprised at their open lack of jealousy. The three of them seemed to have relished in watching his orgasm as much as he had having it. He reflected that he enjoyed their company more every passing hour. The pleasure was undeniable, but their presence and demeanor also seemed to brighten the room while they were around. Especially Misty, he smiled inwardly, who was becoming every bit the smart ass that he was. "Not today," he said unsteadfastly, not sure he really meant it even as the words left his mouth. "I do need to eat something before I develop an ulcer as a side effect to living with four beautiful djinni." - - - - - - - - - - After cleaning himself up -- and putting the robe back on, to the disappointment of a pouting Misty -- Alan cracked some fresh eggs into his bowl again, broke the yolks, and whipped them up with a little bit of water. He tossed a pan onto the stove, hit the heat, and mixed everything together for his large omelet. He was determined to cook breakfast at some point today -- despite the ceaseless distractions. Once the egg had set and he'd folded it, Alan grabbed a plate down from the cupboard and rolled the finished product onto it. He went to get forks and then turned back to the djinni, unsure. "Which of you are hungry for breakfast? Don't be shy, I made it extra big so we can share." They exchanged glances and then Lucky finally spoke up. "As djinni we do not require sustenance, master, although we are able to eat just as you are." "Really? Well why not come have some then? I'm sure you would enjoy the taste if nothing else. I make a mean omelet." He set out five forks beside the plate and motioned for the women to sit with him. They each tentatively picked up a fork and cut off a sliver of egg. Alan watched them all chew for a moment still feeling like they could dissipate back into the mist that formed them. His hunger broke his trance, reminding him that unlike the genies, he really did need to eat. They all seemed surprised that something could taste so delicious and were each a long time in swallowing. "What is this?" Misty finally inquired, eying the sizable remaining blob of egg on the plate. "I told you that I wasn't a bad chef," Alan replied, not really answering her question. Glancing down at his belly slightly embarrassed, he continued, "I have enjoyed my fair share of culinary creations and managed to pick up a knack for cooking a few of my own. Food is one of the things that has always brought me pleasure. There are so many kinds, all with different flavors and textures." When he realized that none of his genies were used to eating food -- based on the curiously blank stares he was getting -- he made a mental note to take them all out to a nice restaurant that night. They vigorously cleaned off the plate despite the fact that none of the women felt hunger, while Alan decided that he could use a shower. - - - - - - - - - - Alan finished up with his hot shower, shaved, and wandered back to the bedroom-turned-suite after clothing himself so he could check on the progress of his ladies. The first thing he saw when he opened the door was an eager and still naked Magik waiting for his return, her luminous blue eyes fixed on him. The combination of her unexpected nudity and her sheer attractiveness causing him to grow to half-mast before he could get his hormones under control. "Would you like me to grant one of your desires now, master?" "No thank you, Magik." Secondly, he noticed that -- lacking a shower -- Lucky and Carmella had decided to take a quick dip in the fountain against the far wall. Carmella was down on her knees eye-level with Lucky's snatch, rinsing soap off of her supermodel legs while Lucky soaped up her back. He turned to find Misty bent over, digging through more drawers in the dresser that he had found the robe in. He briefly wondered again where the chest of drawers had come from as he watched her browsing its contents. She had found, and was now wearing, a V-string thong and a tight pink T-shirt with hearts along the sleeves. She was holding a pair of jeans in one hand while pulling a frilly, off-white skirt out of the drawer when Alan walked up behind her and spanked one of her pert ass cheeks. She quickly stood up in surprise, squeaked, and dropped the clothes. "Hello there, sexy. I thought I told you to get ready to go, Magik isn't even wearing clothes and your tight tush is still hanging out for the whole world to see." Alan faked a sigh. "You four make it awfully hard to want to get out of the apartment." "I'm sorry, master, but there are just so many different clothes in here fitting the proper dress for your geographical region that I still haven't found what to wear yet." This time Alan sighed for real and muttered something under his breath about how mundane or magical, women were still women. Then an idea came to him as he watched Lucky and Carmella finishing up bathing in the fountain. A grin crept onto his face and he glanced down at the skirt that Misty had dropped onto the floor. "I have a wonderful idea about what you can wear," he announced. "But first you're going to have to take those panties off." He watched with great pleasure as Misty shimmied out of her thong -- they had been naked all day and he had forgotten how wonderful it was to watch her strip for him -- and then instructed her to find three more skirts like the one that had fallen to the floor. She rummaged around and found two black ones and a red one with roughly the same style. He had her put on the red one since it matched her eyes well. "Master, I seem to be mistaken but is the normal dress procedure in this society not to cover up the most private places on your body first?" Misty queried askance. "Precisely why this is going to be so much fun." Alan said sliding a hand up the inside of her thigh to brush along her naked pussy underneath her skirt making her clench briefly. "I do not understand." He gazed lovingly at her with a lopsided grin and said, "Today we get to break some rules." She just narrowed her eyes at him for a moment still wondering if he was using sarcasm or not before he surprised her with a quick kiss. He gave the other genies a chance to pick out matching tops to go along with the skirts they had found. He made sure that none of them were wearing any undergarments and ushered them out of the bedroom, admiring them as they passed. He had thought their luscious nude bodies were the epitome of allure, but somehow they had legitimately bested that. Magik wore a navy blue camisole with a sheer white button-up blouse undone all the way down and tied together in a knot just above her stomach, pushing up her impressive cleavage. Lucky found a black tube top and matching pair of boots that clung to the skin up to her knees, giving her already long legs an irresistible quality that had Alan looking her up and down several times. Carmella, with a little help from Alan, had settled on a V-neck sweater that had plenty of plunge, yet it wasn't quite long enough to reach all the way down to her skirt. This had the effect of showing off her tan, toned torso a tiny bit with her cute navel winking in and out as she walked. Alan adjusted himself discreetly, unlocked the car, and helped them inside. - - - - - - - - - - The car ride was mostly uneventful once the four women got used to the technological flow of the car and the highway system. None of them had been summoned for several decades or more and not even then were they summoned in the United States. When they all began conversing about their containment chambers, Alan's mind drifted and he began to wonder what objects could be containment chambers. Just about everything that he saw or thought about that wasn't attached to something else could potentially hold a genie in its gaseous form. From a family pocket watch to those dusty, discarded items everyone has stored in the attic of their house; nothing had initially seemed amiss with the several objects he had opened that turned out to be chambers. In fact, without Misty's generous hint he wouldn't've even known to attempt to open them. This wondrous, new-found view gave his art collecting a completely different facet. Before long they arrived at the mall and Alan found a parking spot and took them all inside. He decided earlier that morning when he awoke that there was nothing he wanted to do more than spoil himself and his new harem with a weekend of intimacy while he got to know them all better and vice versa. Shortly afterward he realized that his three newest genie companions had not left the bedroom since they'd met him, and while he had no doubt that they wanted to fulfill his desires he wanted them to enjoy their time together in other ways as well. Although he stuck close to the four of them as they explored the mall together, no one seemed to notice that Alan was even there. People smiled greetings at the fabulous looking women and then continued right on past him. Some men openly ogled their cleavage or stared too long at their shapely legs. Alan expected and loved the attention that they were getting, and still knew that they would stay with him no matter who approached them. He smiled lasciviously to himself as a middle aged man sipping a coffee on one of the benches blatantly checked out Lucky's ass. It was time to have a little fun. Alan paused in front of the man's bench and asked the women if they wanted to go shopping in one of the stores. Of course they all agreed that they did, so he took out his wallet and handed Lucky a couple fifties and told her to hang on to them in case they found something they desired. His pun wasn't lost on them and they smirked as Lucky tried to find a pocket for the currency. Alan told her to slip it into her boots for safe keeping. His timing couldn't have been better. She bent down to undo the zipper on her boot partway and slide the money in just as the man sitting on the bench was taking a drink. Her short skirt rode up giving him a private peep show while she bent over, her blond bush and pouty pussy lips peeking out at him from underneath. His eyes bulged halfway out of his skull at the surprise upskirt, and he shot half a mouthful of coffee up his nose before sputtering and choking on it. In a Bottle... Ch. 03 Alan started away holding a fist tightly to his lips, trying his best to stifle his laughter. Lucky zipped up her boot and they left the now red-faced man behind in search of a store. "And that is how you surprise the hell out of a pervert," Alan chuckled softly to Lucky once they were out of earshot. Then to all four of them, "That's our game for the day: Revealing yourselves to strangers without being ostentatious about it." They all went together into a JCPenney to look at some accessories for their 'outside clothes' as they were now referring to them. Alan had told them that he preferred to see them in their normal silks at the apartment because he thought it to be more befitting of a harem. The four genies browsed through the selections of women's clothing for a lengthy period of time while Alan enjoying himself just watching the attractive beauties -- even if they were only shopping. He found their small quirks and tiny variations of language endlessly entertaining. Magik asked a sales attendant where they could find their selection of accessories and she pointed towards the escalator going to the 2nd floor. They all piled on, Magik leading the way with Alan in tow. As Alan stepped on behind Misty, a man beside him also hopped on, decidedly eying the women in front of them. Suddenly, the man inhaled sharply and Alan looked over at him to see what was wrong. Following the man's wide-eyed stare he realized what had happened. As the escalator climbed upwards they were both treated to the sight of Misty's bare, shapely ass, and further in front of her, Carmella -- whose legs were spread wide in a stance meant for balance -- had her smooth ass cheeks, wrapped in the same flawless caramel skin as the rest of her body, and her velvety soft nether lips proudly on display to anyone standing below her on the escalator. Not to be outdone, Misty casually reached back with a hand and scratched the back of her thigh, lifting her skirt in the process. No longer was anything left to the imagination as they could both see every curve of her marvelous ass. But she didn't stop there, she began to slowly sway her hips back and forth in time to the silent rhythm of a song that seemed very familiar to Alan. The man standing beside him was entranced... Alan stepped off of the escalator just in time to avoid being caught by the flailing man as the step he was standing on merged back into the floor and he pitched forward and dramatically face-planted so perfectly that any slapstick comedian would've been proud. Alan turned to find four genies waiting for him, all grinning ear to ear. Alan shook his head and grinned back. Obviously, they had known the man was coming and planned the whole thing and were now very pleased with themselves for indulging him in his game. "I think that just earned you another hundred dollars to spend here," he chuckled. "Well played." He brought out his wallet, got some more spending money out that he had been saving for more art hunting, and handed it to Misty. He didn't think he would be having much free time in the future to venture off to antique shops in search of art. They had earned it picking up on his game so readily. He leaned with his back against a post and watched them disperse into the store looking for jewelry or other decor that matched well with their outfits. Looking over towards the escalator Alan found no trace of the man who had come to the 2nd floor with them. He must've hurried off after he fell, afraid that they might figure out what he'd been doing when he did so and patronize him for it. He heard Magik squeal excitedly and was about to go see what she had found when he heard someone intentionally clear their throat behind him to gain his attention. Alan turned around to find a foppish gentleman in a crème suit looking purposefully back at him through sharp black eyes. He was fairly average height which made him a little shorter than most American males, putting Alan at eye level with his mussed dark hair. Alan simply looked expectantly at the man. "Bróktic Salauntia." The man extended a hand bearing an excessively luxurious golden ring. "You may call me Brock if it is easier for you." Although Alan could tell he was foreign, his accent had become tarnished with the frequent use of English over the years making it hard to determine where he was originally from. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir," he replied pausing for a moment after he shook his hand. "Was there something I could help you with, or do you make a habit of introducing yourself to strangers?" "I came here today to make a purchase much like any other day, however, the opportunity with which I find myself presented is quite extraordinary in comparison to what I was expecting. Normally my investments are more mundane." "I'm not entirely sure I catch your meaning," Alan guardedly replied to the man's obviously weighted statement. Bróktic, as he had introduced himself, curled his lips back to form what seemed intended as a smile, but came off as more of a sneer. "I am quite certain that you are aware of the unique situation you and I are speaking of. I am here to purchase one of your genie slaves." Alan's heart jumped into his throat at the casual certitude with which this suit mentioned his genies. He hadn't told anybody. He hadn't even been out of his apartment. This man had to know. How else could he have come right out and plucked the truth out of thin air? "I-I... How?" Alan couldn't seem to find the words that fit what he was trying to say. What was he trying to say? Who was this well-dressed man? He took a firm grip on his senses and continued in a quieter voice, "How do you know that I have a genie?" "That is quite obvious," he chortled, "You have the magical residue apparent in all users of genie slaves. I once had one of my own. After awhile you will be able to notice this, also." Alan found himself liking this man less and less. "I'm not sure that I buy that. All the same, I don't think anyone who chooses to refer to them as slaves could possibly have enough flashy rings, charm, or money to convince me to sell them anything, let alone something so valuable." "Your price is not of any consequence to me, boy. I previously acquired an ability, a desire of mine to be a good investor, and now I periodically get feelings about good purchases to be made to increase my fortune. Make no mistake, I came here to make an investment, not a desire. How much is a true wish worth to you?" "No! I don't know if you assume that everyone else who finds one is like you and regards them as magical wishing wells, but I assure you that they are people, not slaves. This may sound outlandish to you, but I have become friends with mine, and I will not, nor would I ever, sell you a friend of mine." Alan found himself wishing he hadn't let the four genies out of his sight. As powerful as this pretentious slicker presented himself to be, he might already have cronies and bodyguards searching the area to kidnap them. Who knows what people are capable of when you offer them enough money? He needed to think of something before this unpredictable man decided to force the issue. He noticed a brief change in the expression on Bróktic's face and before he could guess at interpreting what he was thinking, he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. "Is everything alright, master?" Lucky demanded suddenly from behind him. Alan swiveled his gaze to confirm what he now realized Bróktic must have been looking at. Lucky, Carmella, and Magik were all standing behind him scrutinizing the suit with unkempt hair. Alan felt his apprehension dissipate slightly at having them there, but his anger quickly replaced it. He turned a glower upon the presumptuous man suggesting that he sell the best thing in his life for money. "Yes, now that you're back from picking out new accessories I think we are all done with our transactions for today." He glared at Bróktic and brought his face close enough to smell his breath in order to make his point clear. "And I suppose that means I have no more interest in talking with Brock." Having a djinn standing behind you did wonders for your self-confidence, Alan noted. Bróktic narrowed his eyes sardonically, understanding very well the power that now stood behind Alan. He took half a step to go before turning back briefly to say, "You had better watch your back, boy. I am not the only one interested in selling genie slaves to the magi. They will find you eventually. Perhaps you will find it is better to be satisfied with money." With that, he was gone, and two men Alan hadn't noticed before joined him on his way out. He must've had bodyguards along after all. The man's suspicious motives gave Alan shivers. Alan turned back to his genies and hugged them before noticing that one was missing. Instantly, he was worried. "Where's Misty?" "Misty is not a part of your harem, master. She remained behind when you called to us," answered Carmella. Not quite certain what she meant, Alan temporarily focused on the 'remained behind' part while they searched for Misty. Once he found her in the women's clothing section he insisted that they all go pay for the things they had found and leave the store, all the while questioning Lucky. "Don't you have some sort of magical defense system for your master in order to see that you will be able to fulfill his desire without him dying? Something that could protect us from a guy like that? He could've had a gun on him. What does he want with you anyway? There is no way I'm letting him anywhere near you if I have any say in it." "No, master. Unfortunately, protection is not a part of our existence unless desired to be so by our masters, we are here only when called upon." "Hmmm... I think we need to have more conversations about the things I don't understand about djinni. For now, let's go to the food court, grab a snack, and have a chat. I need to cool down after that." - - - - - - - - - - "While I'm thinking about it..." Alan said, sliding beside Misty in a booth seat and motioning for the other attractive djinni to join him. They had gone to the food court where he calmed down and he let them each select what they would like to eat. "...don't assume that you need me present to engage in sexually pleasuring yourselves or each other. Hell, I would actually love it if you all were a little salacious without me around. That's what I've always assumed a normal harem would be like." They blushed a little, but he knew they weren't really embarrassed. Misty had seemed excited at the opportunity to explore the other three women, and he had no doubts that they shared her sentiment after they way they had joined in last night. He was glad that they would pretend for his sake anyway. "I have quite a few questions that have been floating around inside of my head for awhile now, and some new ones that I would like the four of you to answer for me about what happened back in JCPenny." He turned to Carmella, "First of all, what did you mean earlier when you mentioned that I 'called' to you?" She thought for a moment, recalling what had happened, and then said, "That was a part of your desire, master. You expressed a need for us in your mind which we could feel as plainly as though you were beside us, pulling us by the wrist." Then, in answer to his continued look of confusion, "You desired the same to be true were Misty ever in a similar need, master." "That's right!" He exclaimed, understanding finally flooding his mind. "The harem clause that I desired. That explains why Misty wasn't there with the three of you, but then how were you able to get there so fast? Magic?" She nodded. "So, what... you're telling me that because I said that, you can teleport to us when we need you?" "That was the most literal interpretation of your thoughts at the time, master. I hope this does not displease you." Carmella said, looking uneasy. "Surprise me, yeah. Displease me? Now you're starting to sound like someone else I know," he pointed out as he not-so-subtly grabbed Misty's shoulder and squeezed. This earned a glare for a moment from Misty until his grin caused her to unwittingly smirk back. "So, teleporting harem, huh? I'll remember that more consciously in the future. While we're on the topic of fulfilling desires though, I would like to explore an idea I've had for a little while now. Could I desire to change into another organism and back again without having to use your abilities every time? Like a werewolf, or maybe even become another person for a short while?" This time it was Magik who responded while Carmella devoured the chow mien noodles she had ordered. "Yes. I assume that Misty told you that our abilities are nearly limitless when it comes to the imagination of humans? Shapeshifting has been around since the very first desires granted by genies. Dopplegangers were a very effective and popular way to spy on friend and foe alike when a ruler felt that the truth was being concealed from him." "Interesting." Alan continued to form a mental list of the coolest and most useful abilities that were now possible so he could make the best use of his last two wishes. He waited until Magik had taken another bite and swallowed before attempting to finish his conversation. "Lastly, the most important thing, before I forget, was what Brock mentioned. He said something about wanting to sell you and other genies he could find to the magi... like it was some sort of a regular thing. I don't understand how that man can be so casual about something so absolutely awe inspiring. It's infuriating. What can you tell me about the magi? Are they criminals? Do they also take genies for granted?" "When a master does not want a genie, but rather desires to become like a genie, the result is what many commonly refer to as a magi. I do not have any information for you about magi in the world today as we have yet to come across one, therefore I cannot tell you if they are criminally inclined or not. I assume that they would be as equally unsurprised by us as Brock seemed." "Like a genie how?" "The access to our abilities without the servitude required. Understanding of magic." "Wait, what? You mean I could do the same things you do... I could use magic?" "Yes master, with several decades of practice, anyone can learn magic," Misty stated matter-of-factly. "You simply need the help of an experienced teacher or instructional tome." Alan sighed and chewed on his lower lip, his enthusiasm temporarily deflated. Decades he didn't have. So much for that option. He thought for a moment longer before the obvious dawned upon him. Why else would they want to buy genies? "Could I wish to know magic?" he asked more hopeful than skeptical. "Essentially that is possible, but what you desire is to become like us. Humans are not creatures of magic, so it is more difficult for you to access reserves of magical energy. Because of this, most magi -- humans who have learned how to use magic -- focus solely on one type. It is scarcely within the limitations of our abilities to fulfill the desire to know one of the types of magic. "For instance," she continued, "the type of magic we use most frequently when summoned is evocation: We create an object for our master. This could be something as simple as money, or as complex as another being." Alan tried his best to absorb everything he was learning while keeping an open mind to what was possible. Apparently his genies had assumed that he knew about how their magical abilities worked, and so had he. Now he was finding out that there were limitations he wasn't aware of, and alternate venues that hadn't occurred to him. "So, the four of you all use magic derived from every type to accomplish the desires of your masters?" "Yes, master." "If you are so adept at using magic, why do you not -- why don't you use it all the time? Now I'm starting to talk like you." He chuckled at himself. "It is part of our creation and ultimately returns to the idea that we are born as slaves. As you know, a genie is meant to fulfill one desire of their master before returning to their containment chamber and awaiting another. To keep order and stop a genie from fighting with their master, we are unable to use any powerful magic on our own desires, and entirely unable to use magic at all should it conflict with a master's desire." "But you can use magic outside of your master asking you to." Alan reasoned, his memory sparked an old question that he had forgotten about as he formed his own answer. "Like my apartment! That was how you managed to create that huge space inside such a small room!" Misty looked a little sheepish, "Yes, master. I was able to slightly alter the formation of space inside of that room of your apartment, but not much due to the restrictions." "How else could you use your magic without my expressed desire?" "I used my magic this morning to significantly reduce my weight to assist you in lifting me up on to the table," Carmella offered coyly. Alan smiled at the memory. "I see." "I also conjured most of the things that are inside of your secondary bedroom." Misty piped up. "Thus, my lack of knowledge of the items inside of the chest of drawers, as I am sure you were also wondering. I apologize again for intruding upon your space without consulting you first, master." Alan dismissed her apology, shaking his head at her. "I told you already that I loved the alteration you made to the spare room. Stop apologizing. While we're on the topic of conjuring things, however, could you conjure me one of the tomes that you said could teach me magic?" Misty scrunched up her face, clearly upset with the answer she was about to give. "I am so sorry, master, but I am unable to fulfill any desire as powerful as that. Because of my empathetic bond with you, your desires are also my own... reducing my magic substantially and preventing me from acquiring an item of that caliber. Rarity and power both greatly affect the magic needed to conjure an item. You would have to have Lucky or Magik conjure it while they are still bonded to you as their master." She gazed at her hands despairingly, as though she had lost something. Alan smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. He wanted her least of all his genies to feel as though she had failed him in any way. "Hey, don't feel bad. It was just a suggestion. If it weren't for us sharing the very bond preventing you from using your full ability, I wouldn't have any of you around. I just thought that since you conjured their containment chambers, you could do this as well." She looked up, blinked back her tears, and told him, "I was unable to conjure their containment chambers. I tried, but without the full use of my abilities I had to travel to their locations myself to retrieve them." Alan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He felt the weight of her statement drop in his gut like a sandbag. She had gone out of her way -- how far, he couldn't guess -- to make him happy for the rest of his life, and he would forever be grateful. He had even been contemplating asking her if she could conjure another genie until he learned that anyone can use magic. Obviously genies were extremely powerful and complex beings, putting that idea out of the question. He wiped the wetness from her eyes with a thumb and kissed her for a long moment. "Thank you again. I don't know what you risked by doing that, but it had to have been difficult. So no tome then... Could you list all of the types of magic that might be in the tome?" he inquired askance. At that she perked up and began to rattle off a list that was more extensive than he imagined a dictionary might even be able to handle. After she had finished he asked her to repeat a couple and define them in somewhat more detail. Alan asked many more questions and eventually they covered everything from restrictions of conjuration-type magic to how Misty had altered the physical space inside of the apartment using voidrical-type magic. In a Bottle... Ch. 03 "I think I understand," he said after a short pause to consolidate all of this new information. He looked at each of his genies both to admire their beauty and to carefully weigh his options before making a decision. His eyes stopped on Magik. She looked back at him with her unusual blue eyes which reminded him of gazing at the sky on a cloudless summer day. They definitely seemed as endless as the sky. Alan resolved himself, took a deep breath, and said, "Magik, I desire to have as much knowledge of the illusionary school of magic as your ability will allow." She smiled brilliantly at the unexpected opportunity to fulfill her unconsummated oath and looked at him for what felt like a lifetime before bowing her head and saying, "I have confirmed that this is your true desire, master, and that it is within the bounds of my power. It has been done." "Already?" He asked incredulously. "But I feel exactly the same. My head doesn't hurt from learning a multitude of information instantaneously, I don't feel like I can do magic any more than I could five minutes ago..." "It has been done, master. I promise you that soon enough, when you need the information, it will be available to you." Alan closed his mouth and waited for the feeling of skepticism to pass. Already today he had witnessed the unforeseeable results of his wishes, or desires, whatever this was that was so foreign to him. "Thank you, Magik," he replied finally. "There isn't any danger in me using magic, is there?" "No, master, you cannot harm yourself by using magic unless that is your intended result," Lucky offered helpfully. "You will become exhausted if you continuously exert your magic for a significant amount of time, but that will merely result in your loss of consciousness while your body catches up with your mind." "That could be unpleasant..." he remarked. "Good to know." They had all finished their food while Alan was asking questions and, following his lead, made to get up from the booth they were seated at. They were all sliding out -- which caused their skirts to ride up slightly, Alan noticed with a smirk -- when Magik accidentally dropped her new bracelet. An employee of the food court happened to be walking by and saw it fall. He reached down and picked it up and was handing it to her when he realized that he was getting a full frontal view up her skirt, and that he was practically face to face with her clean, hairless pussy. "Here you are ma'am. You dropped this," he croaked speaking more towards her crotch than her face as he blushed furiously unable to get up from his knee. He shifted uncomfortably while he continued to gaze at her soft pouting lips, obviously growing more aroused than embarrassed. "What a gentleman! Thank you!" She replied innocently as she stood up and adjusted her skirt. "I just bought that today, it would be a shame to lose it. It goes perfect with my skin tone, don't you think?" The poor nineteen-year-old tried to answer her question, but was quite obviously distracted by the sight of Lucky now exiting the booth behind her, similarly unclad beneath her skirt. He merely opened his mouth and squeaked in response. Lucky stood up and adjusted her skirt -- the employee swore he saw her rub herself briefly as she tugged it down concealing her treasure. "Don't you think?" Magik asked another time, deliberately slower than the first, as she dangled the bracelet on a finger for him to see, her other hand playing with the knot tied in her shirt making her breasts jiggle slightly. "Yes, err... I'm sorry. I have to, uh, get back to work," he stammered and turned to go clean off some more tables. "I think we'd better get out of here before we get in trouble for harassing everyone," Alan insisted. "Besides, now that we're done with our snack, we can go have some real food for dinner." Alan kept his promise to himself and took them to a nice restaurant that evening to enjoy some fine Italian cuisine. His four genies made sure to flirt with the waitress the entire time they were there, but they also enjoyed the meal. To their merit, they did try and get the attractive waitress to come home with them, but she was either too shy to accept, or too dull to understand what they were implying. In either case, the four genies went home with Alan's company and nothing more that night. When he questioned them about it during the car ride home, they all smiled and said that they were just trying to get him another partner for his pleasure. He wasn't entirely sure he believed them. - - - - - - - - - - Alan pulled Lucky aside as the rest of the women entered the enlarged second bedroom shortly after they arrived back at his apartment. "Would you like me to fulfill one of your desires, master?" Lucky inquired as soon as he had gotten her attention. He smiled at her as his mind explored the literal and implied meanings of her question. "No, Lucky, I just wanted to get to know each of you more intimately after last night, and I thought that you could grab a couple of the more cushy pillows when you go in there and bring them to my bedroom with you." She smiled back and nodded at him before prancing off jovially. Alan snuck into his bedroom and lay down on his bed to wait for her. It had been awhile since he had even been in his room, which was unusual because he had become accustomed to spending several hours a day enjoying himself there. His bedroom wasn't messy in the sense that most people would expect. His clothes were all put away in a closet, his computer desk had very few things out of order, and the only clutter around were bills that he still had to pay, but the amount of art that he had stored up had obviously gotten the better of him. There was a pedestal beside his desk that held an ornate looking box made of bronze that had a puzzle on each of its six sides that linked to an adjacent side. He had too many things hung on the wall, including a few paintings, a piece of polished metal that changed as you moved the angle that you were viewing it from, and a large piece of metallic wall art that gave the impression of being in the process of exploding when it was suddenly frozen in time. After a minute Lucky came wandering in carrying two plush pillows, both made of soft material with tassels embroidered along the edges, and handed them to Alan who lay them on the bed beside him. Alan's gaze was drawn to her slender legs and the skin tight boots she had been wearing all day, while Lucky's gaze was drawn to all of the interesting art strewn about the room. "Lucky, I..." he began unsure of what to say. She looked down at him and her smile returned. "I feel like because I met Misty first I play favorites with her, and I don't want the rest of you to feel that way. That's why I wanted to have you come with me to my room tonight. This way we can be alone tonight. Would you care to join me?" "Of course, master," she said and sat down beside him on the bed. "Here, let's get these off. They have to be uncomfortable to wear all day." Alan noted, reaching down and unlacing the boots before sliding them off. He rubbed her calves for a minute before progressing slowly up her luxuriously long legs to her thighs, which she spread almost instinctively giving him a candid upskirt of her blond bush and pussy lips. Alan grinned at her. "Would you mind taking off my pants for me, Lucky?" "Certainly, master," she replied and got up onto her knees to reach over him and remove his pants and slide them to the floor. Alan wiggled up along the bed a few inches while she was bent over to put his head between her knees, putting him face to face with her snatch. He lifted his head and ran his tongue along her slit. "I'm sorry, I forgot I wasn't wearing any underwear!" she lied as she finished stripping Alan below the waist. "Oh well, fair is fair." And with that Lucky slid her tongue out of her mouth and flicked the head of Alan's already hardening cock making it fully erect in no time. Once it was pointing eagerly at its target, she wrapped her tongue around it and pulled it into her warm mouth. Alan melted once he was inside of her mouth. He remembered last night how she had expertly finished him off before they'd all fallen asleep. He grabbed the smaller of the two pillows beside them and put it under his head before grabbing Lucky's thighs and pulling her down to sit on his face. She lowered her fuzzy pussy lips to his waiting mouth and he ran small little circles around her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. She popped him out of her mouth and gasped,"Ohh, master. You are being naughty." She sucked him back in and began to steadily bob her head. "Not yet I'm not. We can't ignore your perfect puffy nipples, either." Alan said, his words slightly muffled. He reached up and grabbed the edge of her tube top and rolled it down over her breasts, exposing their milky flesh to his fingertips, which promptly darted to her nipples and gave them each a brief tug. She moaned into his groin before pulling him out of her mouth and taking off her top entirely, exposing her underboob and tight stomach. Alan lifted the edge of her skirt and watched for a moment from beneath her. He admired the fullness of her breasts with their long pink nipples before he went back to circling her crevice with his tongue. Free of another article of clothing, Lucky bent over again and went back to her work on his cock head noisily slurping him. Alan had slowly covered the entire region of her outer lips and now brought his hands up to fondle the tender undersides of her breasts and tweak her nipples while his tongue delved the depths of her slippery hole, swirling inside of her. "Oh my naughty master! Deeper!" Lucky shrieked with pleasure and tried to ride his face, bouncing her hips on him while he did his best to tongue fuck her. He managed to go deeper as she frantically crushed his head into the pillow. Without warning she opened her mouth and swallowed his entire length in one smooth motion gagging briefly as it touched the back of her throat. In that moment, Alan believed that if there were a heaven, it was underneath of Lucky's skirt. He felt waves of pleasure surge through his body and realized that she was swallowing his tip down her throat over and over again. He grabbed onto her nipples and held on for the ride, sending Lucky over the edge. She stopped bouncing and pressed her clitoris into his outstretched tongue, rubbing small circles while she showered Alan in her love juices. Somehow she managed to keep him firmly embedded at the back of her throat and began to moan as she came on his face. The vibrations on his cock and her orgasm were too much. Alan uncontrollably sprayed down her throat and into her stomach. He felt like she was sucking the life out of him through his dick and rejuvenating him with her juices as he lapped at her pussy. When Lucky finally released him from her mouth, they came down from their high and she climbed off of his face and lay down beside him to cuddle. Alan grabbed the other pillow for her to lay on and placed it under her head. They both lay there breathing heavy for a moment watching each other. Lucky looked upon Alan's face with a curiosity he hadn't seen before and he asked her what she was thinking. "You have a glow about you that I've never noticed with any of my previous masters. I don't quite understand what it is, but I like it. It reminds me of kindness," was all she said. They kissed for awhile -- Lucky cleaning her sweet juices off his face -- and just held each other for awhile until Lucky suggested that they spoon. She rolled over so Alan could cradle her with an arm while she pressed her backside up against him, conforming to the curvature of his body, which was admittedly a little rounder than Alan would like. Alan took advantage of the situation and used the arm that was draped across her to fondle her breasts, lightly squeezing them and rolling her nipples in his fingers. After they spooned like this for a couple minutes, Alan's libido got the better of him and his cock began to rouse from its coma. As it filled with blood, it got closer to the crook of Lucky's ass, tickling her to let her know it was there. She looked back at Alan with a feigned look of surprise and commented with a smile, "Round two tonight? Last night you barely finished before you fell asleep." "Of course, I still haven't had the chance to pleasure you properly." She reached down between her legs and retrieved his manhood, removing it from its new home in her ass crack and pulled it forward, placing the head against her sopping cunny lips. She tilted her ass backwards rubbing her lips along the top of his head and shaft, moistening them with her wetness. Alan closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. She continued this for a few minutes, driving him insane by slowly sliding her hips forward and back running his girth along her slit. Once she was satisfied that they were both sufficiently worked up again, she slid forward far enough to allow him to penetrate her and slipped his cock inside with ease. Alan loved the feeling of warmth inside of her snatch and slid all the way inside and paused there to appreciate the moment. He let go of his handhold on her breast and grabbed her knee to pull it up to her side so he could push deeper inside of her. He backed out of her until only the tip was inside, then pushed back inside as far as he could reach until there was simply no room left for him inside of her. They started a steady rhythm that way, him holding on to her from behind by her knee, panting softly into her ear while she moaned sensuously back at him. After they fucked like that for awhile Alan decided to change positions so he wouldn't have to work so hard at pushing back inside of her. He pulled out to roll her over, and she closed her legs, playing shy as soon as he was on top of her. He looked at her, confused, until he saw the look she was giving him. It was a mixture of submissiveness, coquettishness, and lust. She flipped her skirt down covering herself just to flash him quickly before hiding her pussy again while she sucked on her pinky to turn him on. He found it incredibly erotic. "Remind me to make you wear a skirt every time we have sex..." he mumbled, vaguely reminded of the striptease Misty gave him. She smiled at him finally and spread her inconceivably long legs wide, revealing her soft spot again. He plunged back into her pink center, her wetness enveloping him once more. This time he established a much quicker tempo, pounding away into her sweet cunny. They both built up in intensity and by the time her juice was leaking down his balls, they were both about ready to orgasm. She surprised him by calling out between her moans of pleasure, "Oh master! I want you to cum on me!" Caught up in the moment and unsure of what else to say, he replied, "I'm getting close. Where?" "Anywhere! Pick your favorite spot. I just want to feel your hot juice against my skin! Hurry!" Her pussy was contracting around him, trying to pull him even further inside even though there was no more room. It gave him the sensation that it was sucking on him, trying to pull his seed out. She needed him. He felt the spasms begin in his balls and knew he was passing the threshold, so he pulled out to spray Lucky's beautiful breasts with long white jets of cum, much to her satisfaction. She came with him a second time, rubbing her fingertips back and forth across her clitoris as she gushed more nectar onto his bed -- her body shaking violently from the potency of reaching orgasm a second time so soon. He lay back down beside her and she popped his cock back into her mouth to clean him off while she rubbed his cream into her breasts. She got back into the spooning position as they both came back down to reality and his cock had begun to soften. "I hope you're going to spend the rest of the night here with me," Alan reflected aloud. Lucky's response was to wiggle herself closer to him. She reached out and grasped one of his hands in hers and held it between her sensuous breasts. Then after a moment, "I wonder what Carmella and Magik think about us coming in here alone. Did they say anything to you when you went in there to grab pillows for us?" "We are all here to fulfill your desires, master. Whether you realize it right now or not, you have so far been one of the most caring people to open my containment chamber. For that I will always love you." "Still, I feel guilty. I wish there was some way to turn invisible and see what they are doing right now..." No sooner had the words exited his mouth than he was reminded of his earlier desire at the mall and everything that was encompassed therein. He frowned, cursing himself for not asking Magik to help him practice his new magic earlier. He thought about using illusions to make things appear translucent and the more he thought about what he wanted to do, the more sure he was that he could do it. To his surprise, as soon as he tried, he seemed to know exactly what to do, just as Magik had said he would when he needed to. He focused his mind and the wall of his apartment was immediately as opaque as a window. He could see right through to the hallway on the other side. A little more effort and his influence spread to the other walls, until he could see right through to the second bedroom where Misty, Carmella, and Magik now lay. He couldn't hear anything, but this is what he saw: Magik sat with her legs scissored between Misty's, grinding her pubic bone against Misty's clitoris and flicking her nipples with her tongue while Carmella stood over Misty mid-squat, rubbing herself as Misty expertly tongued her hole. Misty appeared to be relishing it immensely, making Carmella cry out over and over. Carmella had her eyes closed and her face was a picture of ecstasy. He couldn't see Magik's face from his angle, but he assumed she was enjoying herself as well. From his perspective, they held no qualms about him forsaking them and choosing to be exclusive with Lucky tonight. Alan smiled, watched their threesome for a little while, and eventually drifted off to sleep, still cradling Lucky in his arms, thinking about how he would spend tomorrow... In a Bottle... Ch. 04 Fingers. Smooth, slender fingers. There were fingers on his arm. Fingers that slowly caressed him, comforted him. He blinked. The fog of sleep crept from his mind like a nocturnal animal retreating back into its hole. He squinted momentarily at the morning sunlight peeking in the window at him while those wonderful fingers continued to roam across his bicep. Alan lifted his head to look over at the woman beside him as he gradually began connecting thoughts in a logical pattern once more. Lucky was asleep, yet continued to stroke the tender skin of his inner arm. He smiled at her as he remembered his mother once telling him that the most peaceful moments in life were spent watching your loved ones sleep. He hadn't truly known what she meant until now. His connection with the four genies in his life was wonderful. It felt normal to sleep surrounded by his art collection again, next to the hum of his computer, in his own bed, albeit still a little damp from the night before... Thoughts of yesterday invaded his mind as he got his bearings. He realized then that he could no longer see through his wall. Had he ever been able to? He didn't want normal, not after the experiences he had been having. He felt a pang of longing for Misty as he remembered learning how much she had done for him. Had it been a dream? Did he imagine -- no, that wouldn't explain Lucky still being in his bed, and she was definitely real. And still very naked. He decided there was one quick way to solve everything. He got up out of his bed, letting her hand slip lamely onto the pillow. He rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes as he picked up his jeans and drew them back on, trying to focus his attention. He stared at his fingernails for an eternity trying to assume some form of control. Although he sort of understood the concept now, his experience was still minimal. Though he was expecting it to happen, he couldn't prepare himself for what he saw. His fingertips abruptly dissolved into nothingness causing his breath to catch in his throat as a sense of panic gripped his heart. His conscious mind told him to calm down, told him that everything was going exactly as he needed it to. At the same time, however, the rational person inside his head was flailing about yelling that his fingers were gone and he would never get them back. This wasn't some fancy smoke-in-mirrors. This was the real deal. His fingers were gone, and his hand was slowly following. Alan blinked. He wasn't seeing things, the invisibility that had begun with his fingertips was spreading and had now consumed most of his right hand. Even as he watched, it advanced slowly up his wrist. Reason escaped his thoughts only to be replaced by panic. He lost his calm demeanor and frantically started shaking his arm back and forth in an effort to fling the magic off his body as though it were a fungus growing steadily up his forearm. Lucky sat up in the bed, awake now and looking to see what had him in such a state of distress. He looked at her desperately and reached out to grab her by the shoulders as his own shoulder was slowly being erased from existence. "Lucky!" he began, gripping her tightly, his eyes wide with terror. At that moment, he realized that he could feel her warm flesh against his, and he grabbed for that one rational thought. Relief surged through his veins like ice water. He took a deep breath and sat down beside her on the bed, feeling a little flushed and light headed from the shock. His logical mind had regained control and was now reasoning with him. His hand wasn't gone or else he wouldn't be able to feel her shoulder. He wouldn't be able to grab her without a hand. It was working just the way he had envisioned it in his mind. He understood now that magic was symbiotic in nature. It worked to achieve the result that he had pictured mentally through the means he had been expecting. He had wanted only to test it on his fingers, but as he saw them disappearing and the idea entered his mind that he could become entirely unseen, his magic adapted itself to his new vision. The soothing fingertips tracing across his back continued to calm him as his face joined the rest of his body in its vanishing act. His body had become entirely invisible, but Lucky still knew he was there and could continue to touch him. He stood up again and moved his body around feeling the familiar way the air resisted his movements slightly, the heat of touching his own body. His other senses all told him that he was still there. He was acclimating quickly. All the same, he was eager to return to normal and be sure that his wall becoming re-solidified was not a mistake. He tried to focus on himself again, but knew right away from the nagging memories instilled in the corner of his mind that since he wasn't creating an illusion, that wouldn't work. Instead, he focused on the illusion that already existed. It took him a moment to find the feeling -- he knew what he was feeling for, thanks to Magik, but had never experienced it or how it felt. Once he felt the illusion for the first time, he played with it for a moment and found he could grasp it with his mind almost as easily as a person could grasp a pen with their fingertips. He could banish it at will or keep it in existence, whichever he desired - complete control. A smile crept onto his face. He decided against banishing the illusion to see if he could have a bit of fun just yet. "Lucky, I'm going to the harem to explore this magical aspect of myself a little bit. Feel free to join me." Without waiting for a response, he hurried across the hall to see if the other three genies were awake just yet. As he entered, he found all three of them awake and getting dressed, and they were now adorned in their wispy mesh silks, giving them the appearance of caressing the air as they moved gracefully around. He had never quite understood just how they managed to get those enticing outfits to stay on without tying knots in the cloth. Alan immediately walked up behind Carmella, who was brushing her hair in a mirror. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience as he gazed into the reflection and saw only her face. She showed no indication that she knew he was there. He paused for a drawn-out minute and just watched her. The curves of her pelvis showing just over the top of her silks. Her delicious midriff was exposed -- a flawless expanse of skin that joined with her full chest. It was a unique moment openly staring at her taut body without worrying that she was judging him or that he might be offending her. The anonymity of being unseen was emboldening. He felt around for his fly, unzipped it, and flopped his cock out, already starting to get hard from watching Carmella's breasts strain against the fabric of her silks. She stopped brushing for a moment and leaned her head to the side to get a better look behind her in the mirror. Her eyes locked on to his. He froze. Their eyes held there for a long time, looking at each other in the mirror, before he took an experimental step back and realized that she was looking through him. She continued looking at the space where he had been, and Alan breathed easier. Carmella resumed brushing her hair after several seconds passed, convinced that nothing was there. Still, she had known that something was amiss. Alan turned around to find Misty on the bed relaxing in her sheer red silks, conveniently wrapped to cover up his favorite parts of her anatomy. He enjoyed watching her recline on the mound of pillows littering the circular bed. His eyes traced the silk along her lean legs and up past her sensual belly button. He realized that he was now fully erect and still had an opportunity to surprise his genies. His grin returned and he slowly walked over to Misty, cock in hand, and drug the tip lightly across her lips. It drooled a little precum, leaving them wet. She stiffened briefly and then her tongue slid out tentatively to lick her lips. She seemed to recognize the taste and a perplexed look crossed her face. She glanced over at Magik and Carmella. Magik was patiently looking at the open door, waiting for someone to come in. Carmella was still brushing her hair. Neither looked at her. She closed her eyes and lay back to relax again. Alan bumped his cock against her lips again, this time she did not tense up, but rather obligingly opened her mouth and pulled him inside. She swirled her tongue around his head teasingly and he let out a small gasp. "There you are, master," she said, triumphantly opening her eyes and looking up into his, mentally seeing what wasn't visually there. She reached an arm out and groped for his backside. Finding his ass, she grabbed on and pulled him against her, letting his length slide all the way down her throat. The other two genies turned to look at her and quickly realized what had happened. Carmella had already set her brush down and came over to feel for his presence. When she touched his bare shoulder she began massaging his invisible back. "How did you know that I was here?" he asked, baffled. "Or that it was even me?" "I heard your zipper," Carmella offered. "I recognized the pitch of your voice when you sighed," Misty answered before returning to the wonderful things she had been doing with her throat. "You are far from inept, master, but you lack the creativity of an experienced magic user," Lucky said, having just entered the room. She still wore nothing but a skirt and the sight of her wonderful bare breasts excited him now that he wasn't preoccupied with vanishing into nothingness. He decided that invisibility wasn't all that great if it didn't allow him to sneak up on anyone without being noticed. He released the illusion, smiling as he watched his cock appear suddenly halfway down Misty's throat. She groaned, sending tingles up his spine through his erection. "I was having fun giving my first invisible blowjob," she whined, letting his cock slip from her mouth. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you," Alan replied, somewhat emotionally deflated. "I just didn't see the point in prolonging the illusion if you can all hear me. Losing the anonymity takes a lot of the fun out of it. Not to mention that it makes me more than a little uneasy being unable to see myself." "Lucky has a valid observation, master," Magik chimed helpfully. "Your failure lies with experience, not ability. You should have simply amended your illusion to incorporate silence." Surprised at the simplicity of her suggestion, he almost asked if that was possible, but realized that he already knew the answer. He really knew everything there was to know about illusionary type magic, he just hadn't thought of everything he wanted to know yet -- a one-of-a-kind problem that quickly seemed to solve itself with four genies sharing their experience with him. More information that Alan wasn't aware he retained poured into his active thoughts. Illusionary magic wasn't solely based on visual stimuli. In fact, it was fully capable of appearing as real as life and death. Illusions could be sounds, smells, whatever they needed to be, except real. Illusionary magic could never directly affect anything or anyone, but that didn't mean that they couldn't be convinced that it would. His mind was teeming with new ideas as he realized the expanded boundaries of illusionary magic. He could make things change, appear, and disappear with a little mental effort, though the fundamental structure of the world would remain intact. Magik walked over to him fondling one of her purple silks, pushed him back onto the bed beside Misty, and straddled his waist, never breaking eye contact. He found himself again becoming lost within her mesmerizing eyes. "You have time to gain experience, master," she cooed as she ran her fingers across his chest. "Your magic is effective, you simply need to better understand the things that you know. Such as how magic can be most potent when used for the benefit of someone besides th-" Alan stopped her with a finger to her lips when he heard a noise come from his bedroom. He listened carefully for a moment before he realized it was his phone ringing. "As much as I enjoy what you're doing -- and as bad as I would like Misty to continue what she was doing," he said with a sultry glance in her direction, "I should probably see who is calling me really quick." She pouted at him, but rolled over to sit on the bed. Alan got up and ran to his bedroom to answer his phone before it went to voice mail. "Hello?" "Castillo," a gruff and all-too-familiar voice responded. "Hannigen here. I'm sorry to bother you this morning, but I need you to come into the office today." Alan still never understood why his boss chose to address him by his last name, but had gotten accustomed to it and didn't pay much attention anymore. He already regretted answering his phone. "I'm sorry. Is something wrong? I was planning on having the day off." "I'm afraid I'll have to interrupt your plans. I'm trying to get ahold of everyone else to help out, so I should be able to split the workload, but I can't avoid using you for the day. I'll talk to you when you get here." Before he had a chance argue, Alan was listening to a dial tone. Feeling resentful, Alan trudged back to the harem to deliver his news. He paused in the hallway briefly and thought to himself, 'Why should I have to go back to work at all? Ever? I have the knowledge and ability to use magic. I have four hot women waiting to spend time with me...' He stopped and looked at himself in the mirror as the surprising realization that this had quickly changed him hit him like a sack of bricks, leaving a heavy feeling in his gut: Regret. 'But did I earn any of that? Not particularly. Learn some humility, Alan. When did you become so self-righteous? You still need to pay your dues. Besides, maybe there will be a chance to improve upon some things around the office with this new gift.' The harem wasn't at all happy that he was leaving them, least of all Magik, who had it in her head that she was going to jump his bones anyway. She asked if he would bring her with him to the office -- which he found very difficult to refuse with her slowly unraveling her outfit, one silk at a time. After swallowing the lump in his throat, he finally told her that he would get more work done and hopefully be home sooner without her there distracting him. He showered, found some clean clothes to put on for work, and left before he could be persuaded to change his mind. - - - - - - - - - - Alan's mind was busy as he made the familiar drive to work down forty-sixth avenue. The other cars around him driving to their destinations drifted into the background as he mulled over thoughts of illusions. He was mentally cultivating ideas of ways he could employ his magic. As he did this, his mind sought the information which occupied one special corner of his consciousness and brought forth the answers he needed. Alan thought about summoning illusions of exotic animals that would only be visible to a single person. His mind opened up a whole cascade of ideas about giving people personal fantasies, vivid nightmares, or even seeming to lose parts of their bodies like he had experienced earlier. He wondered if he could make an illusionary sign above someone's head that would display their thoughts as they entered and left their conscious mind. Immediately, he knew -- again from the foreknowledge at his disposal -- that he would need to have access to those thoughts before he could display them, and reading a person's thoughts would be entering another type of magic altogether. A very unfamiliar type of magic. So much for trying to find a work-around. The more Alan thought on the topic of differing ways to use his magic, the more he realized just how different all the unique types of magic were. Simply making an attempt at conjuration magic would be an unsurmountable task -- even with his extensive knowledge of how to access the part of himself that was responsible for magic. It was very much akin to knowing how to use your tongue to speak and then trying to talk to someone in a language you never learned -- the ability was always there, but that didn't mean he knew how to intentionally conjure anything, let alone what he had in mind. Alan came out of his daydreams when he realized that he had reached his office building while driving on autopilot. He parked his car and strode wearily into his office. He could think of a thousand better ways that he could spend his Sunday than to come in to work -- several of which brought a hint of a smile to his face. He opened the front door and walked in to be greeted by Mr. Hannigen, the office director, who mistook his fleeting smile for eagerness to be at work and uncharacteristically clapped him on the shoulder and smiled back. Robert Hannigen was an older gentleman whom Alan assumed had climbed the ladder of success by sheer willpower, coming out on top with a head of iron gray hair and a few deep wrinkles across his forehead. He wasn't especially resourceful or intelligent, but he was determined. Alan both admired and detested his work ethic, the latter more so than usual today. "Thanks for coming in today, Castillo. I have several special LPs that need to be taken care of by Monday morning, so I've split the project up between you and three others. Our corporate office put a rush on these fifteen loans and specifically asked for analysis today. I've already left the LPs in your inbox. Once you've completed the ARs you are free to go. I'll make sure that you get paid time and a half for coming in on your day off, so if you choose to stay and work on your existing accounts after you've finished the special project for a little extra bonus that's fine with me, also." "I appreciate the offer, sir. Like I said earlier though, I would rather try and get these taken care of so I can get to my plans for the day." Mr. Hannigen removed his hand from Alan's shoulder and continued to smile. "I won't argue with an attitude like that. A little hard work and we should both be out of here, am I right?" "As often as is statistically reasonable," he replied, his standard retort around the office that still managed to get a chuckle from a few of the other analysis guys to the overused 'Am I right?' conjecture. Alan sat down at his desk and brought his computer to life. Once everything was loaded he saw the existing loan proposal files that his boss mentioned awaiting him on the network. He dug in right away, fully intending on passing up Mr. Hannigen's offer to stay the full day and get some overtime pay. He made the necessary phone calls, which included contacting a few underwriters he knew personally at their homes to expedite the process, something he preferred not to do, and by lunch break he had compiled all of the numbers he needed for four analysis reports. He ran down the street to grab some subway for lunch and got the same sandwich he usually ordered when he ate at work. When he returned, he headed to the break room to find two of his co-workers sitting down and eating already. Alan greeted one of them as he walked over. "Hey, Max. How's it going?" Alan took a seat beside Maxwell who continued to stare off into space as he answered a question he hadn't really heard, "Nothing much, you?" Normally, Maxwell was one of the more amiable guys at work, and Alan really enjoyed his company. Many times they'd had discussions about Alan's taste in art or simply shared anecdotes about their lives. Before working here, Maxwell had been a math teacher in a school district full of delinquent kids and had plenty of stories to share about eventful days full of the unexpected. Today, however, something seemed really off. In a Bottle... Ch. 04 "Are you alright?" Alan asked, unable to hide his concern. Maxwell looked over at Alan while he chewed, as though debating whether or not he should say anything more. He was quiet for a long time before he finally gave up and his gaze fell back to the table as he confided in his friend. "I think she might be cheating on me, Al." It all began to tumble out at once like a dam breaking. "It hurts to say it out loud because it's almost like I'm recognizing the possibility by telling someone else, but she didn't come home last night after going out with some of her girlfriends on Saturday night. And she keeps starting the same conversation, asking me if I'm happy with our life, if I might've done something different without her in my life. I'm afraid to call her cell phone. I think she might ask me to separate for awhile." "Wow, Max. That's a lot to leave up to assumption, don't you think? She might be wondering the same things about you. A jealous mind can see things that aren't really there. Are you happy?" He looked up from his food and into Alan's eyes for a moment, trying to see if he was serious. "Well... yeah. At least, I think. I don't know for sure after having that same conversation over and over." "You need to decide that first of all. Then you need to ask her where she was last night instead of just assuming she was off with another guy. Talk to her. This isn't like you. If you let this go without saying anything, it's going to eat you alive from the inside out. I can already see it happening." He nodded solemnly. "You're right. I'm sorry I just dumped all my shit on you like that. A guy can only handle so much stress. You've been there, right?" "I think we all have, my friend." Alan finished eating his sandwich and was making his way back to his desk from lunch when he saw Maxwell's computer monitor on still. He glanced around, but the office was mostly empty on a Sunday. Curiosity overcame him and he reached over and double-clicked on his inbox. It was full of loan proposals -- some dating back to three weeks ago. He felt bad for the guy having a rough time at home and bringing it to work like that. He made a mental note to try and think of a way to help him out. They could lose their jobs getting that far behind. He had been keeping an eye out for ways that he could improve the office with his illusionary capabilities anyway. It was as good a place to start as any. He sat down at his desk again to finish up the remaining ARs that nobody had done before lunch. - - - - - - - - - - With all fifteen ARs complete, Alan grabbed his keys and left for the day. On his way out of the building, he was again mulling over the conversation that he'd had with Max in his mind. On top of that, his thoughts were still dancing around his genies all alone in his apartment. Halfway to his car, Alan noticed a couple guys walking quicker than normal along the sidewalk on the other side of the street. He stopped to watch their suspicious activity, realizing that they were following a woman, when they suddenly grabbed her -- one around her waist and another around her face to cover her mouth -- and dragged her away. She tried futilely to scream against the hand over her mouth and jerk away from the other arms enfolding her, but the surprise rush left her at a disadvantage and she was pulled into an alleyway behind a bakery and out of sight. Another man ducked into the alleyway after the first two a moment later. Alan swore she had looked right at him as she went around the corner. Her eyes full of panic, pleading for him to help her. Alan was both enraged and frightened by the realization of what was happening before his eyes. He gritted his teeth, frustrated by his inability to help. Thoughts of heroism flashed through his mind only to be quickly doused by the chilling reality of his chances against three stronger men. He couldn't save her, but the police surely wouldn't arrive in time if he called emergency dispatch. He continued to stand there frozen in place. He didn't know what to do. But someone inside of him knew. Alan tried the first thing that came to him as he ran across the street toward the bakery. Remembering his experience that morning, he quickly doused his body in illusions, making himself both invisible and silent before following the gang into the alley. As he rounded the corner he was greeted by the sight of the helpless woman being backhanded across the face by the taller brute who had been holding her mouth while the shifty tag-along sifted through her purse for valuables. Her neck snapped to the side with the force of the blow and tears welled up in her eyes "Bitch! If you know what's good for you, you won't even think about trying to bite me again. Next time I'll break your jaw!" "This will be over before you know it if you cooperate," the one holding her arms behind her back breathed in her ear. The woman choked on a sob as she realized that she might be better off giving up. None of them had any idea that anyone was watching them. Alan knew he couldn't spare any time to think when he saw Brutey's hands go for her shirt and began to rip the material, popping off buttons and exposing her bra. He envisioned the most lethal and vile looking creature he could muster, vaguely aware of what he was doing with his power. He let the knowledge that Magik had planted within his mind take over. A meld of illusions burst forth from him, empowered by his adrenaline. Things that he had only been contemplating for most of the day, he was suddenly doing with very little conscious thought. A roar that reminded him of a Tyrannosaurus Rex shook the ground. The thugs paused and turned. The woman's jaw dropped. Without further warning, a chimera that looked to be a cross between a giant squid and a twenty foot tall scorpion came writhing around the corner and went skittering right toward them. It thrust out a massive tentacle, wrapping it around the closest gang member's leg and began to squeeze it with crushing strength. Alan's vision flared red as he focused on what that should feel like. The man screamed in agony at the imagined pain and crumpled to the ground. The two bulkier men dropped the woman -- who was instantly forgotten -- and split up. Brutey made to grab for the man on the ground while the other ran for his life. The creature turned, briefly distracted by the man running past it out of the alley and roared again. Brutey pulled his friend free from the grasp of the creature and tried to help him stand, but he could only limp on his other leg as he tried to convey in coherent words that he thought his knee was entirely crushed. The chimera turned on them again and thrust its segmented tail out with frightening speed, catching Brutey upside the head as he desperately tried to dodge the lethal stinger at the end. Alan went to his knees suddenly as his vision passed from red to white. He continued to focus, unaware of what was happening. He began to feel light-headed, but pressed his advantage upon the dazed brute. In an outright bluff, his chimera wrapped several tentacles around the woman and lifted her up off the ground, skittering around to get into position to consume her in its oversized mandibles. The last thing Alan saw as his eyesight failed was Brutey picking Shifty up in his arms to carry him out of the alleyway. - - - - - - - - - - Alan awoke disoriented and laying down. He felt confused and panicked at first, but was soothed by someone stroking his hair. It was a familiar sensation that calmed him, though he wasn't sure at first where he was. He looked above him and recognized the woman that the men had been trying to rape. She was gazing down at him curiously and holding his head in her lap. "Thank you," was all she said when she saw that his eyes were open. Her shirt was futilely wrapped around her again, though many of the buttons were still missing. Unsure of how to respond, Alan lay there mute taking everything in, trying to piece together what had happened. Obviously, he was no longer invisible. That most likely meant that all of his other illusions had likewise been released. He had helped someone in danger with his magic, that much he knew. He briefly allowed himself to enjoy the elation that stemmed from that realization. The things that he could do with his illusionary magic were starting to seem endless to him. Not only could he alter the world around him, he could directly affect other people. The ruffian whose leg he had placed an enchantment on had truly felt that he couldn't walk anymore. He looked into the woman's eyes, trying to gauge what she believed about the situation, and realized that she had a fresh shiny bruise on her right cheek bone. "Your face! Are you alright? I should call the police, or an ambulance." He lifted his head from her lap trying to get up, but she restrained him. "No, it's not that bad, honest. I don't want to go to a hospital right now." Alan regarded her for a moment, still unsure of what she had thought transpired a moment ago. "At least let me take you home and make sure you're alright." "You want to take me home?" she asked him quizzically. "No, I meant your home!" He sputtered as he realized what she was implying. "I want to make sure you didn't get a concussion or anything serious." She shook her head. "No, that's okay. Actually, I would rather go somewhere else if you don't mind me staying at your house." "Umm... You... Yeah, if that's easier for you," he managed, his stomach doing a flip. He reassured himself that he just wanted to make sure that she would be okay. "I never asked your name, by the way." "Heather." - - - - - - - - - - Alan led Heather inside and was met by a very eager Magik awaiting him at the door. Thankfully, she was still clothed in her purple silks and not nude, although the way she wore them managed to draw his eyes to her exposed cleavage where they lingered achingly for a moment. "Good afternoon, master," she began cheerfully before noticing his ward enter behind him. "May I inquire about your guest?" Heather seemed confused by the presence of the woman, but remained mute. "In a little bit. Where are the others?" "They are currently in the second bedroom. Would you like me to retrieve them?" "Please." As she exited the room, Alan guided Heather over to the couch and motioned for her to sit down. She hesitated briefly and then joined him. "Did she just call you master?" "Yeah," he blushed. "Don't worry. I'm not secretly rich or psychotic or anything. The women here are my friends, not my servants. They... uhh... live with me. Sort of. They help me run my technology." He had gotten out of her during the car ride over that she believed that he had embodied the chimera and had never intended to harm her -- contrary to what she thought as she was "dangling" in the air. She arrived at that conclusion because he had appeared unconscious on the ground at the exact moment she realized that she wasn't actually being lifted up into the air by some giant scorpion-squid, but actually still standing in the alley all by herself. She assumed he had been using some very advanced holographic technology that nobody had ever heard of to directly influence her brain. After she opened up to him, he'd told her how glad he was to see that she was winding down a little after her experience. Almost as if on queue to hearing their mention, all four djinni came down the hall, Misty in the lead. "And I don't want you going that far with your technology again anytime soon, master! You gave us a little scare today. We told you that you could lose consciousness," she unloaded abruptly after coming to a stop in front of him. She paused to look at the woman sitting next to Alan. "Heather, I'd like you to meet my harem. This is Misty, the overprotective one. Lucky, Carmella, and you already met Magik." Alan held out an open palm in introduction. "Nice to meet you all," she offered. Alan looked up at his genies meaningfully, "Heather here was being taken into the alleyway to be mugged right as I was leaving work. I would appreciate it if one of you could go grab me some Neosporin from the bathroom cupboard." Misty abashedly slipped off to the bathroom with a 'yes, master' while the others got acquainted with Heather. "Actually, I'm feeling okay. My cheekbone is just a little tender still. To be honest, I really just wanted to thank you for stopping those gang-bangers from beating the hell out of me and ravaging me, but my house is a little dirty right now." Misty returned with the antiseptic and Alan applied it to the scratches that Heather had gotten while they talked. "Your thanks are appreciated, but there is no way I would let something that terrifying happen to anyone when I have the means of stopping it." He stopped dabbing at her face for a moment while he thought about what she'd said. "Why would it matter if your house is dirty?" He asked carefully as he slowly grasped her meaning. "Because then I would be embarrassed to invite you inside, and if I didn't invite you inside I wouldn't be able to properly thank you." "How do you mean?" He dug for an answer. In acknowledgement, she leaned into him and grasped the back of his head with her hand to pull him in for a kiss. He didn't try to resist or pull away. When she broke away, she sucked on his bottom lip before sitting back completely. "Oh," he uttered, a little surprised at her ardor. "So, I wasn't mistaking your meaning." Alan glanced back at his silent audience to find them nearly drooling over this new woman. Apparently he had their vote. "Was this what you were implying earlier when I helped you?" She nodded. "I wasn't aware that you had a harem at the time, but if you wouldn't mind, I would still love to do something for you." "And the harem doesn't freak you out at all?" "No, I think they're all very beautiful women. If they want to watch, I would be flattered." Alan took a breath and decided to go for it. "What if they wanted to do more than just watch?" To his surprise, she smiled at his question. "So it would be all five of you against me? That doesn't seem very fair. What did you have in mind?" "What would you guys like to do sexually?" he asked, turning to the four women. Misty smiled at him in a way that he knew said she just wanted him to be happy, reminding him of how much he loved her. Lucky reiterated that she became very aroused by him ejaculating on her. Magik rubbed her body and said, "I am always ready for anything." Carmella looked at him shyly out of the corner of her eye and told him that she always liked him as her master and wanted him to be more of a master during sex. Alan raised an eyebrow at the last comment and turned to Heather. "Are you okay with that?" "You can be my master. That might actually be a lot of fun. I haven't been with very many guys, and none of my boyfriends were ever into role-playing. I'm all yours tonight." She smiled coyly, and held her hands out toward him with her wrists upturned like a prisoner waiting to be handcuffed. "You see these shackles, baby? I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave..." She began singing to the tune of 'Sexy Back' as she wiggled her hips in a little dance before slowly unbuttoning what was left of her shirt. Alan didn't have any sex toys in his house as he had never expected to have a need for them. He wished that he could conjure up a pair of handcuffs. Maybe he could ask one of his genies if they could conjure some. They did say that anything widely common would be easier to create. Alan paused as a thought hit him; Heather didn't know they were genies. He glanced up at her and asked, "Would you be bothered if we used our technology around you since you've seen it in use already?" She chewed on her lip as she pondered for a second before nodding. "I don't think it can get much weirder than what I've already seen." He turned and nodded to Misty. "Can you get some rubber shackles and more suitable outfits?" She said she would try her best, and Heather gasped in surprise as a pair of shackles instantly appeared, binding her outstretched hands. Alan looked back at his genies. Their silks that he had come to love had vanished. In their place were leather thongs and bikini tops with little studs on them. Carmella also had on a pair of shackles identical to the ones restraining Heather. Alan felt something in his hand and looked down to see that he was holding a small leather whip. He smiled and used it to playfully spank Carmella. "Shame on you! How dare you disobey your master!" He hammed it up, trying out a forceful tone that he thought a stereotypical master might use with his slaves. "Have I been naughty, master? What are you going to do to me? I'm just a helpless little slave girl!" "I'm going to have to punish you." "But what have I done? Did I do something bad, master?" Carmella role-played very well, emphasizing the words bad and naughty to embolden the duality of their shameful and arousing interpretations. "Yes." "What did your servant do that was so naughty?" "You tried to run away from me. Now I'm going to have to tie you up so you can't get away," he barked, quickly falling into the role of the forceful master. "No, master! I would never try and leave you!" "I don't believe you!" he said, eyeing her breasts. He reached up and grabbed her leather top and ripped it for effect. Alan turned and removed a large picture in a brass frame that had been hanging on the wall, exposing the two nails behind it meant to hold it up. He grabbed Carmella's wrists with the rubber shackles on them and hooked them onto the wall so she was stuck with her arms helplessly up in the air, leather brassiere pathetically clinging to her shoulders. He pressed his body up against her flawless skin sampling her heat, forcing her back against the wall, and making her rock-hard nipples poke into his chest. He insinuated his hand into her leather thong. She was soaking wet already and dripped into his hand without him even entering her. "Oh, master," she gasped softly into his ear, "Please don't punish me. I won't be bad anymore." "And you tried to help her escape!" He turned on Heather suddenly, making her jump a little. He grabbed her shackles and put them on the nail beside Carmella with her arms up the same way. He unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, admiring her perky breasts awaiting his touch. They had slightly smaller than average areolas, but were more than a handful and didn't droop at all. She smiled at him gazing at her chest, and Alan playfully spanked her nipples with his whip a couple of times. They weren't as tender as his genies', but she still squirmed a bit at the attention. He pulled her shackles off the hook and flipped her around so she was facing away from him before he secured them to the wall again. "Don't look at me! I didn't give you permission to look at me!" He growled at her. "Sorry, master," she humbly responded. She pressed her hands against the wall to support herself and arched her back so that her ass stuck up in the air while she swayed back and forth. Alan stared for a moment before taking the hint and unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down far enough to expose her thong panties and most of her buttocks so he could spank her with his little whip. "It's nice to have some cooperation out of you two. Without loyalty, I haven't much use for you, have I? Magik is faithful to me. Aren't you, my little slave?" He looked over at her and licked his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively. She bucked her hips at him provocatively while pointing down at her scantily clad puss. He held out his hand and motioned to her with his finger in the 'come hither' gesture. Almost as though through magnetism, she drifted over to him without her feet touching the floor and settled herself crotch-first on his outstretched hand. She leaned over and kissed his neck as her groped her. In a Bottle... Ch. 04 "Oh, master, I've been waiting for you to satisfy me all day," she groaned into his ear as she dragged his earlobe through her teeth sending a shiver through him. "Soon, my eager little pet," he purred as he gave her one last squeeze and released her. "First I think it is time for these two to prove their loyalty to me. What do you think?" He directed his last question at the two handcuffed women on the wall. Carmella and Heather both vigorously nodded their heads yes. Alan pulled Heather's shackles off the wall and undressed himself, freeing his erection. "Do you see what you've done to me, Carmella?" He accused her as he pointed to his crotch. "I think we should even things up a bit. Heather, come suck on Carmella's nipples with me. She needs to know what her teasing feels like." "Gladly, master," she replied. The two of them made their way over to Carmella and lowered their mouths to her exposed bosom and began to expertly nibble, lick, and fondle her erect nipples despite her pleas for them to stop. After several minutes of her lustful moaning they stopped torturing her and Alan took advantage of the break to passionately kiss Heather, briefly fondling her nipples as their tongues crawled around each other's mouths. "Carmella, I don't think you've been punished enough. What should I do next, Heather?" "Give her the rod, master!" She urged. Alan looked at the puny whip in his hand before he realized what she meant and set it down. He freed his genie from her place on the wall, removed her leather thong, and grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her down to his erect penis until the tip was bumping her in the face. "The first part of your punishment will be to suck my rod," he stated. "And for thinking up the punishment, Heather, you have proven your loyalty to me. Carmella, spread your legs so you may give Heather a small reward." She did as she was instructed. Bent over giving Alan a world class blowjob, Carmella spread her feet almost double shoulder width. This spread her glistening sex wide for Heather to see. "Good. Heather, keep eating Carmella and you will soon be rewarded." "Thank you, master," she said as she began working her tongue up and down Carmella's pink center in long slow strokes, stopping occasionally to flick her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. On his end, Alan used his free hand to play with Carmella's breasts as they hung down for him, this time focusing only on her more sensitive areas. He traced his fingertips first in circles around her nipples, then gradually down to her underboob where he knew she was most vulnerable. She moaned into his pubes while she held his cock in her throat, making him instinctively buck his hips against her face and push the back of her head farther down. She pulled back and tried to keep herself from gagging, unsuccessfully. Hearing her choke on him snapped Alan back out of his role. He lifted her head up away from his groin to look into her eyes. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to be that rough," he lamented, trying to see if she was uncomfortable or upset. She looked back up at him with a look that he hadn't seen on her face before. Carmella's eyes danced with intense passion. Even her skin seemed to be taut with lust. She didn't seem to mind that he had been rough with her. Quite the opposite, he suspected. "Am I being punished still, master?" she asked him, implying that she wanted to continue. He smiled at her and grabbed a ball of her hair again, resuming his role as the dominator. "If you have the flippancy to ask me questions without answering mine, I don't see why you shouldn't be punished. Do you?" "No, sir," she panted and went back to noisily slurping at his erection. Alan redoubled his efforts at stimulating her breasts, noticing how heavy she was breathing. He lowered his head next to hers and smelled the honey-sweet scent of her hair before trying to push her over the edge. "Carmella you naughty little slave. Suck that cock like you mean it. Do what your master tells you," he breathed into her ear so she could barely hear him, this unceasing string of words flowing straight into her. "Carmella has been so bad. Such a naughty slave girl. She deserves to be punished. Does Heather's tongue feel good on her cunny? So wet. Only bad girls get that wet from another woman pleasuring them." She couldn't handle it and Alan knew that now. He realized just how into the submissive slave role she was. He stopped tickling her underboob and let go of her hair so he could pinch both of her nipples at the same time, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through her just as Heather stuck her tongue deep inside of her cunt. "Cum for me you dirty little girl. Show me how wet you are. It's okay to be naughty." Carmella released his cock from her mouth and let out a scream that started somewhere below her gut and increased in intensity as it rose. Alan had to catch her in his arms to keep her from falling back on top of Heather as her legs gave out and she began to shudder and shake from orgasm. "Ohhh. Ohhhhhh! I'm gonna cum!" Heather pulled her tongue out when the first squirt of juice hit her in the face. It took her a second to realize what was happening as the stream intensified with Carmella's cry of pleasure, thoroughly soaking her chest and stomach. Heather latched her mouth around the spasming snatch and began to drink her sweet love juice as it sprayed into her mouth. Eventually, Carmella's spray slowed to a drip and as her convulsions began to subside, Alan and Heather lovingly covered her in sensual kisses on two opposite sets of lips. "Oh, master..." Carmella tried to attempt speech only to be shushed by Alan. "You've forgotten what I said already, haven't you? I said the first part of your punishment was to blow me. You still aren't done yet." He grinned at her and she glanced down at his manhood, a worried look crossing her face. "I don't know if I can stand at the moment, master," she objected still glassy eyed. "Nonsense," he assured her with a wink. "All you have to do is use the technology that we perfected in the kitchen yesterday." She smiled as they both shared a memory of the day before her sitting on the kitchen table, then concentrated for a moment and slowly began to lie back onto the air, levitating on nothingness with her legs spread wide open. "Your slave is ready for her punishment, master," she cooed and slipped a hand over her pussy, spreading her lips open and exposing her pink diamond of carnal pleasure to him. Alan was becoming very turned on by their dirty talk and wasted no time getting down to business. He slid his hard cock into the folds of Carmella's pussy with no resistance, relishing her luscious wetness for a moment before starting a hip rhythm. Heather, still sitting down on the floor below them, had a great view and inched forward until her face was right beneath their fucking. She was amazed at how it appeared that Carmella was merely floating on the air as she laid down on nothing. Still aroused, she soon pressed her tongue against the underside of Alan's cock, licking his shaft on the out-stroke and teasing his balls during each thrust into Carmella. Alan groaned his appreciation and glanced down to watch her tongue work under and around his shaft, Carmella's juices occasionally dribbling down her chin. For Alan, the sensations were phenomenal. Between the warmth of Carmella's pussy gripping his cock head like a glove and Heather's slippery tongue tickling his taint, Alan was quickly reaching a tremendous orgasm of his own. As he felt the gradual tightening of his testicles and the elevated sensitivity of his member pressing deep inside of his sex slave, he thought up another sexual reward -- if he lasted long enough. "Oh, Carmella! I'm almost there, you have to stop!" he gasped. He felt her vaginal walls relax staving off his orgasm for a moment. "I think that's enough punishment for you. You've learned your lesson. Now, who has been the most loyal today? I have a fresh batch of slave juice. Magik! Would you like a reward for your good behavior?" "I don't deserve that, master," she humbly expressed from the couch, where she had taken to playing with Lucky's snatch while she reciprocated the attention. "You are too kind to a slave girl like me. Please choose someone more worthy." "I would love your slave juice, master!" Heather pleaded between licks of his shaft from her kneeling position on the floor. "Oh, please! Give it to me!" Alan, surprised by her role-playing and sudden eagerness for his load, couldn't contain himself anymore. Had she not had her mouth open already with her tongue wrapped around his cock, he wouldn't have made it. He pulled out of Carmella's warm pussy and drug the head of his penis across Heather's tongue just as his balls were starting to spasm. He shot his first spurt of jism across her tongue and onto Carmella's glistening pussy lips before she could capture the head of his cock in her mouth. Once she had him held firmly between her lips, Alan unleashed the rest of his "slave juice" into her mouth squirt after squirt. While she sucked at him, her tongue continued to do interesting things to the slit of his urethra. Carmella dipped her hand between her legs, ran a finger through her juice, and swirled it around with Alan's cum before tasting the mixture and sucking her finger clean. "Ohhh, Heather. I hope you enjoyed that reward as much as I did," Alan sighed. "Lucky. Magik. Come over here and take off their shackles. I think they are ready to be good slaves now." "Yes, master," Magik and Lucky obediently replied, removing themselves from each other's undergarments. They took off the rubber shackles around Carmella and Heather's wrists and then came and stood on either side of Alan, rubbing their hands along his body and massaging his muscles while his cock slowly softened. "What would you like us to do now, master?" Magik asked. He grasped his two djinni around the waist and smiled as he thought aloud. "Heather still hasn't had a good fucking. She came here to please me and she has done that much and more. I say it's her turn to be pleasured. Why don't you two go tease her nipples a little bit?" Magik and Lucky compliantly yet regretfully let go of Alan and sauntered over toward the two women sitting on the floor rubbing their wrists where they had started to get red from the tight shackles. Magik grabbed Heather's left hand and Lucky seized her right and they both commenced working their way up her tender flesh with soft, wet kisses. Heather was already turned on from getting Alan off, and by the time the two expert sets of lips had reached her nipples she was moaning and squirming with excitement. Alan had joined Misty on the couch and was admiring Heather's breasts while they were on display for him. He liked watching her nipples harden as Magik and Lucky ghosted their way across her body. She watched him watching her from his vantage point on the couch and was even more aroused knowing that he was enjoying seeing her with two other women. Heather had never been with another woman before, but found the experience more akin to releasing another part of her that had been hidden away, unlocking doors that she had never intended to close to begin with. She simply spread her arms and let it happen the way Alan wanted to. She trusted him and enjoyed putting on a show for him. But after awhile it wasn't enough, letting him watch her. She continued to writhe and moan watching his cock rise from his lap as his erection was revitalized. He looked into her eyes and knew that she wanted him to give her the same amazing pleasure that she had given him. "Heather," he finally called to her. "Why don't you come over here, but stay on your hands and knees." "Yes, master," she submissively replied and crawled over to him. Alan loved the way she moved, swaying her ass back and forth like a cat, wearing nothing but her tiny pink thong. As she crawled across the floor, he slid off the couch, getting a better look at her breasts up close again as they bounced around. He looked up at her face after a moment to find a big smile, her cheeks mottled with desire. "Stay there," he told her and moved around behind her to admire her round backside and pussy lips tucked away inside of her tight thong. He slowly traced a finger along the line of her skimpy panties, starting at her hip and moving across her ass cheek. He followed the pink line down her crack, across her rosebud, over her puffy pussy lips, and stopped at about where he guessed her clit would be through the fabric. He pressed down and began to wiggle his finger slightly from side to side, making Heather squirm even more. "Oh, master! That isn't fair! How can you be so cruel? May I please take off my panties so you may explore me properly?" she whined. "If you insist, but I may have to punish you for being so brazen," he scoffed sarcastically. "Yes, master," she pouted and lowered her head before reaching back and sliding her thong all the way down her legs and off. She tossed it in the general direction of her discarded pants and turned to look at Alan with a downcast expression, saying, "I am ready for whatever punishment I have earned, master." "Spread your legs farther apart, first," he commanded. She complied, exposing her puffy pussy lips to his scrutiny. He gazed down at her splayed legs and aroused sex waiting for him to enter her from behind. A real master would take control of the situation and not give in to his desires. Without warning, he brought his palm down swiftly upon her bare behind, smacking her loudly. She winced in surprise. "Naughty slaves get punished," he reiterated with a smile. "Don't let it happen again." "Yes, master." "Carmella, come here," he barked. She jumped up and ran over to join them by the couch. "What is it, master?" she bowed her head waiting for his command. "You see how readily Carmella obeys my orders, Heather? She has chosen to be a good slave. I think we still need to convince you to be truly obedient," he told her. "Carmella, lay between Heather's legs and remind her how good you are with your tongue. Lucky, you come show our friend some attention, too." Carmella positioned herself eagerly between Heather's spread legs and began to simultaneously suck and tongue her clitoris. Heather gasped at the sudden stimulating contact and barely had a chance to react before Lucky was there tickling her breasts and armpits, and tweaking her nipples. She shivered and goosebumps steadily appeared across her body. Alan smiled and snuck one finger just barely inside of the split of her pussy lips. As Heather squirmed from the assault of sensations driving her mad, she periodically and accidentally pressed her pussy against him until subconsciously she had him buried up past the second knuckle of his index finger. She suddenly realized what she was doing and looked back to see what had been inserted into her snatch. "Mmmm, something so warm and wet on my finger. A bit horny are we?" Alan teased, making her to blush. "Does my little slutty slave want some more attention down here?" "Ohh, master. Yesss!" She hissed at him, impaling herself harder on his finger. "Your little slave is ready for you to teach her a lesson! It's all wet and ready just for you!" Alan positioned himself closer to her rear end, removed his finger, and ran the tip of his cock across her slit a few times to tease her and make sure he was well lubricated with her dripping juices, then slid his length halfway into her in a single stroke. He could feel Carmella's tongue still working away at her sensitive nether-flesh. Heather sighed in ecstasy as she gave herself over to him. Alan pulled out and then pushed into her again, going deeper this time and smothering his hard cock in her pussy. Alan had been having sex a lot the past few days and was really enjoying it, but somehow he had managed to overlook doggy style. Now that he was buried to the hilt inside of Heather he remembered how much different it was. He could go as deep as he wanted to and the sensitive underside of his cock was stimulated more with each wonderful thrust. Heather was practically twitching with pleasure and he knew that she wouldn't last long so Alan decided to try and push himself quickly so he could orgasm when she did. "Talk dirty to me, Heather," he incited. "Your big hard rod fills my hot little pussy so well, master. If you keep fucking me like this I'm going to cum. Go harder! You're other slaves are sucking on my nipples and clit. It feels so good. Oh, master, I want you to cum, too. Fuck me till you cum." Heather panted away, bringing them both closer to the edge. "Do their tongues feel good on your hot body?" he breathed, driving into her relentlessly now with both hands gripping her hips and ass. "Ohhh, fucking fantastic..." she managed to get out. Her pussy began to grip his cock tighter, making it hard for him to pull out with the amount of suction, but increasing the waves of pleasure emanating from his groin considerably. She pushed her ass back hard against his pelvis, trying to bury his cock as deep as possible while she ground against him. He redoubled his efforts to thrust into her while she flung her hair back and forth in an attempt to deal with the intense pleasure wracking her body. "Oh, here it goes. I'm going to cum!" She squeaked as her whole body went rigid and her arms gave out forcing Lucky to slide out from beneath her. Her vaginal walls contracted even harder around him, pushing him to the brink. "Oh yeah, Heather! You like being my little sex slave, don't you? See if you can squirt for me!" He urged as he pulled his cock swiftly out of her pussy just before he came for the second time. He reached down and tapped Lucky on the side of her ribs, alerting her to his need for release. She nimbly crawled over to him and popped his cock into her mouth and began rolling her tongue forcefully against his glans as she sucked hard. Alan watched Heather's quivering pussy as it pulsated in orgasm. Carmella relaxed her tongue and rested her head on the floor, instead using her hand to rub Heather's secret spots. She didn't squirt, but her natural juices that she produced while aroused were steadily dripping out of her as her powerful orgasm took her to new reaches of ecstasy and she whimpered incoherently. Alan's own orgasm rose watching Heather's body taut with pleasure -- not to mention Lucky's expert mouth coaxing him to join her. Alan leaned back, popping his cock out of her mouth and began quickly fisting it as his cum came bubbling out in short bursts. Lucky obligingly closed her eyes and sat back on her heels with a great big smile while Alan eagerly rubbed his cock over her face, dribbling cum across her forehead, down her cheeks, and all over her outstretched tongue. Alan gazed down at his work of art when his orgasm subsided; Lucky's face was coated with his jizz. She rubbed his spend into her skin like a sticky lotion before licking the remnants off her fingers. Heather had finally relaxed and was practically laying on top of Carmella -- who was now lazily lapping at her cunt trying not to stimulate her now-sensitive parts as she cleaned off the love juices. Misty still sat on the couch watching them all with a smile on her face. Magik was sitting on the floor beside the painting Alan had removed from the wall with a distant and unreadable look on her face. Heather finally got enough strength back to extract herself from Carmella. She pulled herself up and sat, naked, beside Misty on the couch before looking around the room at each of them. Her meandering eyes finally landed on Alan, his softening cock dangling in Lucky's mouth as she brought him down from his orgasm and cleaned Heather's juices off his skin. In a Bottle... Ch. 05 One of the things that Alan hadn't anticipated with having four women living with him -- magical or not -- was the laundry. Normally, he had to wash clothes once every week or two. With this many people to do chores for, he found he had to wash clothes every other day and dishes twice as often. For some reason, he had assumed that their clothes would be magically clean all the time. Over the past two days, he had thought about making the genies rotate with him taking turns washing and folding clothes, but he quickly found himself enjoying washing their clothes. Such sexy little silks and undergarments. Even without them in the room he found himself envisioning them wearing them. Their panties clinging snuggly to their bodies, revealing plenty of skin to stir his arousal, yet covering just enough to tease the imagination. They did, after all, know exactly what he liked. Alan had also had to deal with his mixed feelings about leaving four mischievous genies to their own devices while he went to work, but he'd found that while they were enthralled with the new experiences he provided for them, they rarely got bored. When he came home he had found them acting like normal women, conversing with each other, the TV on in the background. Alan was preparing spaghetti for dinner that night when, with a sudden bout of unoriginated guilt, he felt undeserved of the women in his life. They had assumed the form of exactly what he wanted in a woman. Even knowing that, he still found it difficult to justify them being with him. He felt as though he was inadequate compared to their physique, and their outgoing and loving personalities. He tried to think of an equivocal response to his feelings, but none seemed to measure up. He had always been a little on the thick side and he hadn't really ever been the type to have enough motivation to go hit the gym and work on toning his muscles, but it had never bothered him as much as it did in that moment. In the new light of his recently revamped life, staying under 200 pounds didn't seem like such a great goal any longer. He wanted to reflect the perfection of his genies in his own frame. Perhaps his magic would help him with this surge of embarrassment, he thought. Alan dug into the recesses of his mind for an answer only to come up with a blank. He knew practically everything there was to know about illusionary magic, but nothing about the permanency of enchantments. He went in search of his harem and found them relaxing in the living room. The four of them were seated like so many languid house-cats draped across the furniture, relaxing in their colored silks until dinner was ready. "Magik," he began, getting their attention. "I can't seem to figure out how to create a permanent illusion around myself to change my appearance. Is there something specific that needs to be done?" They all looked up at him inquisitively as Magik answered. "There is no permanence when dealing with magic. Only the effects that magic leaves on the world are permanent. Any sustained magic requires a steady stream of mental effort that would weaken any other enchantments rendered while the existing one remained. After a long enough duration, sustained magic would cause loss of consciousness even without further magic use." "Master, why would you care to change your appearance to begin with?" Misty asked curiously. Alan shuffled his feet and glanced to the side. They were so innocent and naive; they obviously didn't share society's view of him as being less attractive for his extra weight. Why say anything and change how they felt about him? He owed them an explanation, that's why. They had the respect to continue to teach him about the intricacies of magic and desires, he needed to do the same and teach them about the world as it had evolved. "Well..." he sighed, "To be entirely honest with all of you, I feel undeserving of you. You are all so perfect and I'm... not. According to modern society this-" he grabbed his belly and jiggled it, "-is not acceptable. I should have a six pack, not a spare tire. Maybe if I weighed closer to 170 or at least had some muscle definition..." "You are too hard on yourself, master. I think the society we have created here in your apartment overrules the one outside." Misty quipped with her usual warm, understanding smile adorned upon her face. She got up and came over to press herself up against Alan, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Master," Carmella was the next to voice her opinion. "You only think of us as perfect because we molded ourselves to your vision of perfection. You have never asked us what we thought of you. Through my eyes, you are exactly as I wish you to be and equally as perfect to me as I am to you." She also rose from the furniture to show her affection for him, prompting Lucky and Magik to do the same. They all crowded around him and either stroked his skin gently, ran fingers through his hair, or kissed him tenderly. Alan found it quite difficult to resist the flattery of the women he loved while they embraced him and touched him, all of them truly concerned for his self-esteem. He had overreacted to his realization and now felt very stupid. He was a nice, intelligent man whose good fortune had allowed these women into his life. Guilt was not one of the normal things for someone to feel in situations such as these. Alan decided that it would be a selfish and unwarranted waste of power and effort to make himself constantly appear to have chiseled abs instead of love handles. Though it wouldn't hurt to exercise a little more, he decided. "Let me show you how attractive we find you to be and forget about the rest of the world," Misty remarked as she produced a red silk from somewhere on her body and wrapped it around one of Alan's arms, entangling him loosely. She turned, coaxing him to follow her by sashaying her ass back and forth and tugging on the other end of the silk. As he followed her down the hall, once again mesmerized by her shapely body, she began to remove her silks, letting them caress her skin as they slid off. They were just getting to the end of the hallway -- and Misty was just removing the silk covering up her pert rear end -- when Alan remembered that he was cooking dinner. "Misty!" he admonished her as he forced himself to head back into the kitchen. "You made me completely forget that I was cooking! I hope my sauce isn't burning to the pan." "Oh no, do not assume you are getting away that easily," she shouted, chasing him down the hall. Alan's spaghetti sauce was boiling, but wasn't ruined. He hurried over and began to briskly stir the contents of his pan. Misty, not one to be ignored when the mood struck her, sauntered over next to him hopped up on the countertop, placed her hand between her legs, and arched her back like a cat in heat. The effect was not lost on Alan and he found it very difficult to focus on why he cared a thing about dinner at this particular moment. "Master, as I recall, you still owe me an invisible blowjob," she mused, her hand subtly rubbing in the tiniest of circles. "Indeed I do," Alan agreed, remembering to swallow. "I wasn't a big fan of how we left things, but it wasn't as fun for me when you guys knew who I was. Still, if you enjoyed it, I wouldn't mind trying it again." Alan slid his spaghetti sauce off the hot burner and onto the cold stove, where it was soon forgotten. He had the insight this time to craft an illusion to nullify any sounds that he would make, also. That had been what had given him away the previous time. He tested it out, shouting and stomping in place, surprising Misty with his sudden outburst of silence. She jumped, and then suddenly started laughing at him, realizing what he had done. She looked even sexier when she laughed, he thought, fading away from visual existence. He did so quicker this time, but still chose to fade rather than vanish instantly, this also allowed for artistic interpretation. Alan waved goodbye to her, and vanished from his feet up, leaving his face and waving hand until the very end, floating in midair. She got a spry and mischievous burst of energy from somewhere, and in one quick motion pulled all of the remaining red silks off of her body at once and flung them into the air. Her sudden animalistic nudity surprised and aroused him, and also distracted him enough to allow himself to be draped in the nimble scarves, revealing him. He spent a moment admiring her breathtaking beauty before it occurred to him that being draped like this was advertising his location. Misty hopped off the counter and grabbed for his crotch, unzipping and removing his pants before he could react. The first thing he did was to extend his illusions to include the silks in his invisibility enchantment, visibly melting them into nothingness. He experimented with another new aspect as a thought entered his mind. He formed an illusion -- the best way he knew how that is -- to make his body ethereal. With Misty's hands busily removing his pants, he knew that he wouldn't be able to surprise her. In the midst of pulling one pant leg off, her hands seemed to push into him, bending and bouncing like he was made of rubber. It seemed the effect wasn't strong enough, that he had merely seemed to turn into a jello-y sort of ooze. Her hands had never actually left his leg, but illusions were all about perception and reaction. He released the illusion and tried again. His focus renewed and his intent more clear, Alan cast a stronger illusion about himself. This time when Misty groped for his legs, she passed directly through him as though he were nothing but a gaseous memory. She gracefully wandered about on her hands and knees, batting at the air curiously like the house-cat from before. While she searched for him, Alan became aware of the main problem with illusory magic. She could neither feel, nor see, nor hear him, but his existence hadn't ceased. So while she moved to occupy the same space as him, he was forced to move, or be bowled over by her advances. He was acutely aware of a familiar dizziness warning him that he was using too much magic too quickly. When she touched him, he had hold onto his illusion lest it come unraveled, and when she ran into him, he had to work harder still -- the feeling of light-headedness intensifying. Alan moved behind her, simultaneously putting himself out of her path and giving him a fetching view of her rear. Safe from her explorative hands, he released his enchantment of etherealness and got a handle on his balance. This wouldn't be any fun for her if he botched the whole thing by passing out again. Alan silently finished removing his pants and discarded them to the side along with her red mesh scarves. As she made another round, he stealthily grazed his hand along Misty's inner thigh when she passed him. She trembled slightly at his touch and turned towards the contact, getting up onto her knees. Alan backed away out of her reach as she extended her arms, searching for him. He went around behind her again and lightly tickled the undersides of her bare breasts causing her nipples to stiffen. Reflexively, she pulled her arms back to cover them with her hands. Alan continued to tease her like this for a minute before standing in front of her and allowing her to bump into his stiffened cock with her face. She pulled back at the sudden contact before smiling and obligingly opening her mouth to waggle her tongue at him -- or where she assumed he was as she was now thoroughly confused by his invisible molestation. Alan, unable to resist, placed his hand gently at the back of her head to guide her open mouth to his member. She let him slide along the entire length of her tongue before wrapping her lips around him and sucking him in the rest of the way. Alan sighed in silent ecstasy as she began to bob her head up and down, squeezing his head expertly with the back of her throat as only she knew how while twirling her tongue and alternating sucking and blowing. He closed his eyes and suddenly his senses seemed to both intensify and melt away simultaneously. He became light-headed and colors danced behind his eyelids like stars spinning around the earth, reduced to streaks of light. It could have been five seconds or five minutes, but sooner than he would have liked, Alan was on the cusp of orgasm. Still invisible and silent, Alan had to urgently tap Misty's shoulder to let her know that he was about to cum. She gave him one last deep suck from his pubic hair to his tip, oscillating her tongue the while, and released him from her suction with a satisfying pop. Alan let out a long voiceless groan and let his climax overtake him. It was a very odd, yet strangely erotic, sight watching as semen appeared from some unseen origin in midair and seemingly flung itself first into Misty's open mouth and then all over her cheeks and down her chin. "Oh, master. I never tire of pleasuring you," Misty cooed. Alan released his dual illusion, reappearing half-clothed in front of her. Misty immediately reached out and grasped his cock in her hand. "Let me take care of that for you," she said, looking at the drip of remaining jizm clinging to his penis. She enveloped him in her warm bliss once more, cleaning him more thoroughly than was necessary, bobbing her head happily on his shaft. After reclothing, Alan dished up -- and reheated -- a plate of spaghetti for everyone and they talked over dinner about cultural differences and the perceived social rules of society versus the ones that provided functionality to a community. After they were done, Alan felt much better about his relationship with his harem. They had all experienced masters in the past who were tolerant, but never ones who had been nice. They enjoyed his company because he took their feelings into consideration, and because he chose to talk to them about the world and educate them. After dinner Magik volunteered to do the dishes so Alan could go relax with Misty. They snuggled on his couch together and watched an old sitcom until she was done, and then they all retired to the second bedroom for the night so Alan could return the favor Misty had given him -- with the help of his harem. - - - - - - Bróktic Salauntia slowly twirled the hundred dollar bill back and forth between his fingers, watching it burn. With wealth came strange habits and tastes, and Bróktic found that burning currency calmed him, helped him think. He needed to relax and think things through at this particular moment. The flames crept ever closer to his fingertips until he finally released the smoldering scrap, letting it fall into his half-drunk glass of chardonnay with the others. A man like Bróktic wasn't used to being told no. He found that money, indeed, could not buy happiness. On the other hand, it could buy pretty much everything else, and that included people. Bribery was a part of his life as much as eating and sleeping were. The only question was how much? Yet he had been balked by a pudgy little 20-something who had said that he was friends with his slaves. He scoffed at such medieval ideals. There was no sense in having gratitude towards an ATM machine that dispensed money. That was its purpose. Just like the genies of the world had a purpose. They weren't created to become friends. Their humanistic form was simply a means of communication. They preferred to be slaves. It was their mantra. It should be easy to use them, like it was easy to use that little tart, Heather. He had seen a vision of her being rescued by him and sought her out before the incident. She could be bought, just like the rest of the world. Now he knew- Unexpectedly, his eyes snapped closed in the middle of his private thoughts. The image of the black circle appeared in his mind and he did what he always did when this happened, he walked into it. The darkness surrounded him as he felt his physical body dissipate as it was left behind. He floated in space and knew he was being moved. Somewhere far away this time, maybe another continent. The blackness gave way to a blur of color as the clarity of the vision enhanced. He was definitely someplace far away, Europe perhaps. He looked around quickly, knowing that he had limited time to grasp the intent of his vision before it faded. He was closing in on a field, more specifically, a farm. Bróktic had little use for farms. He sighed, wishing these premonitions were easier to categorize. He didn't want to waste his time on something that might only net him a few thousand dollars. There certainly were more people than a farm normally required, though. Construction? Maybe this particular farm was expanding. A truck with the company name on the side: Çalık Enerji. Energy. No, this was no longer a farm. There were the beginnings of a drilling operation here. He understood. Oil. The blackness returned in a moment and he opened his eyes. That acrid smell of burning. The wine glass sitting on his table. He was back in his own body. He had to reallocate some funds quickly before the end of the day. An oil discovery always made him feel better. They were quite lucrative, although they were no djinn. He sighed and stood up from his high-backed dining room chair as thoughts of the failed acquisition forcefully permeated their way into his conscious mind. He would have to give what information he did have about the genies over to the Magi and hope it was enough to sate their deal. His place of residence, the number of genies he had, what car he drove, where he worked... all valuable information that he could hopefully flip a price on. He bought Heather's trust for two grand. The expected return had to be somewhere above twenty, even without a genie to give them. Besides, he didn't have time to be chasing around such dangerous prospects as a mentally delusional man infatuated with being chivalrous with slaves, bent on protecting their "freedom" or such nonsense. - - - - - - When Alan got off work, he felt an urge to go hunting for puzzle-art again. He realized that he hadn't been much of anywhere since he released Misty from her containment chamber. He missed browsing for little treasures. He drove around aimlessly at first, just stopping at some of his random hang-outs. He ended up at the antique shop where he found the totem pole and got out to see what their stock looked like. He went inside and immediately felt the desire to be back at his apartment with her. He looked around briefly, enjoying the nostalgia before the feelings of sentimentality overwhelmed him. He paused at an old abacus that caught his eye and picked it up for a closer look. It had very intricate carvings in the base, depicting the most common elements found on earth: Metals, gases, and the like. He traced the fine markings with a finger as he inspected it more closely -- perhaps it was an ancient attempt at a periodic table. He set it back down and turned to head out the door when an idea came to him. He glanced back at the abacus and inspected it again from a distance as his thoughts coalesced. Perhaps he had been thinking too extensively on the problem of how to help Max catch up on his work. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold an illusion for an extensive period of time, and Magik had told him that magic had no permanency so forging documentation was out of the question. It wouldn't be good to have numbers disappearing from loan approvals when the escrow and banks went back to access the information. Alan was inspired by the simplicity of the abacus. Here was this little wooden calculator capable of adding no higher than 100. Why would anyone bother with such a simplistic device? It would certainly not be able to solve problems of real-world difficulty. Therein lay Alan's idea: He could alter all of Max's loan proposals to simplify the data to remedial mathematics capable of being solved even by a man with nothing more than an abacus. That would surely quadruple his production, and when the illusion was released, his data would still be correct. Sometimes complex wasn't the most effective solution. In a Bottle... Ch. 05 Alan went home that night glad to have a plan to help someone going through a rough time. It gave him a sense of warmth and tranquility to have a way to help Max without undermining his career. It put him in an exceptionally upbeat mood, even though he hadn't purchased anything at the antique shops like he used to. It was nice to revisit his old routine and find that he missed his genies when they spent time apart. The alone time reaffirmed his decision to keep his harem around, made him feel like he loved them more, and that he wasn't just turning himself into a shut-in and ignoring the rest of the world. That night he decided to make his homemade chili for the genies -- he ran diced tomatoes through a food processor with spices before cooking it to get a really intense flavor that crushed tomatoes never emulated -- since they hadn't tasted anything spicy yet, and he thought they would enjoy a new facet of his culinary skills. Afterward, he spent the evening talking with his genies about the puzzle-art that he chose to search out and furnish his home with before taking Misty to his bedroom to snuggle and fall asleep. He figured he needed to give his penis a night off before it broke from overuse. - - - - - - The next day at work, Alan decided to put his plan to the test. He worked for a couple of hours until he started getting hungry and then went over to Max's desk under the pretense of asking him if he wanted a sub sandwich for lunch. "No thanks, Desi made me a special lunch today. Hey, don't you ever get tired of those things, Al?" he said, swiveling around in his office chair. Alan quickly looked away from the pile of LPs that he had been studying, patted his belly, and said jokingly, "Hey, it worked for Jared, man. I'll take whatever help I can get." Maxwell chuckled light-heartedly and turned back to face his monitor screen again. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Did he say that Desi made him lunch? Alan hadn't really been listening that closely. Maybe things were looking up for him. Alan took a second, finished memorizing Max's paperwork, and went back to his desk to work on the proposal for his friend. Once he had completed the risk assessment numbers, he grabbed his coat and walked around Stephanie's cubicle so he could pass Maxwell again on his way out the door. He paused for just a brief moment to watch his handiwork as the ink on the documents shifted slightly, simplifying all of the values for the equations so that any proposal analyst would just have to basically glance at them to get an answer. He left Maxwell to his own devices and went out the front door to get his lunch. 'Ah, the power of basic mathematics', he thought to himself. - - - - - - "Max, you wanna come grab lunch? I'd like to hear the story with you and Desi," said Alan on his way back into the building. Maxwell joined him in the lunch room amongst four of their other co-workers for an early break. They sat down and Alan started in on his sandwich while Maxwell poked through his homemade lunch. "So, Desi made you food. That's a good sign," Alan managed around a mouthful of turkey breast and lettuce. "We sat down together and had a long heart-to-heart last night. I pretty much came out and said everything that I was afraid of: Her sleeping with another guy this weekend, not being happy in our marriage, wanting a divorce, the whole sha-bang. She insists she wasn't cheating on me and that I would be crazy to have such a thought. We kissed and made up after she told me that she was just too drunk to drive home Saturday. She ended up staying with her friend Susan for the night to sleep it off." Maxwell paused and shook his head, staring off at nothing in particular. "I've been a little preoccupied with getting caught up on my work lately and I guess I was taking my frustration home. Desi knew I was acting stressed out and that was why she kept asking me over and over if I was happy or not. I guess she thought it had something to do with her." He looked Alan right in the eyes. "I really do appreciate the moral support, Al. If you hadn't noticed my bad mood this week and talked me through all of this... I don't know what would have happened. I tend to overreact when it comes to my love life. Hell, I could've filed for divorce even." "No problem, Max," Alan smiled. "I have a hunch that your work will be a lot easier with your mind at ease." "You know, things have seemed conveniently smooth this morning..." - - - - - - On his way home from work, Alan was excited to tell his genies about helping someone with his magic. He felt like he had accomplished something with his new gift finally, and he honestly couldn't tell anyone else without them throwing him into a psych ward. Alan walked into his empty apartment and went to the closet to toss his coat in. He was wondering where all of his genies were when he heard a small cry from down the hall. He hurried towards the hallway, unsure of what was going on or who might be in his apartment. He heard it again, the whimpering cry of a woman, coming from the second bedroom. Alan threw open the door to see who was hurting his genies and saw... Carmella? Carmella was lying down on the ground, topless, with Misty riding her face and holding her nipples like reins. She tugged on them lightly while she ground her snatch on Carmella's outstretched tongue. Misty's quiet whimpering was turning into more of a long moaning now, and Alan knew it had nothing to do with pain. "Welcome home, master," Lucky piped up, cheerily as she walked across the room to join him. "Would you like me to grant your desire today? It is my day off." "Huh?" he managed, ungracefully. He was still trying to grasp how the situation had gone from distress to sex. "Your day off? You don't work." She laughed harmonically at his ignorance. "Not the way you do, master. Misty still employs us in other ways, as you can see." "Employs? More like exploits. Is this a usual thing then? Misty?" Misty opened her fiery red eyes, which had turned slightly glassy with passion. "Yes, master. Every day you leave for work, I pleasure myself with the harem." "We take turns every day satisfying Misty to keep her ready for you," Magik volunteered from her vantage point on the bed. "It is quite entertaining making her squeal." "So you enjoy this role, then?" Magik and Lucky nodded. "Carmella?" Carmella simply moaned at him and squirmed on the floor while Misty grabbed ahold of her flesh again. "In that case, carry on," he said. As long as Misty wasn't the only one getting pleasure out of their arrangement, why put a stop to it? He knew them all to be very sexual creatures since they were formed with the idea of his ideal woman. He should have expected this rather than them sitting around watching TV all day. At least they weren't leaving the apartment on their own and finding strangers to bond with. That brought a strange question to mind. Could genies get diseases from humans? He would have to ask them when they were less busy. Speaking of being busy, watching the two of them on the floor was getting Alan excited. He touched Lucky's wrist to get her attention and motioned for her to follow him into the living room. "Perhaps you would like to fulfill one of my not-so-magical desires, Lucky?" he asked as they were leaving the room. She smiled and answered by leaning over and kissing him. "You know what I found out this week? Illusions can be very kinky for both of us. I had an interesting night with Magik after Heather went home where I learned a couple of things," he explained between kisses. "I was wondering if you would like me to try a similar idea out on you." "I do not see that being disagreeable," she mused, looking into his eyes. "There truly are infinite possibilities when you involve magic. Illusion magic is hardly an exception. Anything you imagine can seemingly become reality, depending on the craftsmanship of the enchantment. Whatever you have in mind could certainly be fun!" "Magik also told me that the strength of the illusions I use are tied to the altruistic intentions behind them. So, if I'm doing this to enhance your sexual experience, it should seem even more realistic. Or well-crafted, as you put it." "She raises a very good point. This is something which I had not given much thought to. We genies do not have any choice but to give that which our masters desire, so it rarely ever comes up, but for a human magic user that may be very important. Consider how your enchantments have reacted in the past when you used them for yourself and when you have used them for others." Alan briefly thought over the past few days that he had been practicing magic. Still, his absolute most impressive illusion had been the creature that he'd conjured to keep Heather from being raped and beaten. Perhaps there were hidden strengths in magic that even Magik's teachings hadn't revealed to him. "But do not worry yourself with the subtleties of magic at this moment, Master. One day you may be more experienced than I. Would you care to teach me what your magic can do?" "We'll get to my idea in a minute," he said. Alan began to strip out of his clothes as Lucky watched. She really had quite a stunning body. Her long, luscious blond hair cascading down around her shoulders, her perfectly-sized breasts with their wonderfully puffy nipples that stood up when she was aroused, her long legs that made her seem as though she was wearing heels even while barefoot. Once Alan was undressed, he walked over and began tugging on her silks, trying to unravel her. She let him try and remove the puzzle of clothing that was her outfit for a minute before giggling at his ineptitude and obligingly showed him the trick. There was one central piece that all of the other silks inevitably tied into, so you could remove one silk at a time, but try and pull more than one and it became sort of a chinese finger trap with the fabric straining against itself. If you found the central piece, however, you could simply slide it straight out and the whole outfit would come undone in a second. Alan loved puzzles and watched as she showed him the interlocking pattern of her silks. The fundamental structure didn't reduce the erotic effect that their sheer outfits had on him, either. If anything, the added intellectual aspect only served to arouse him further. Nowhere could he find fabric that felt so smooth yet was thin enough to see through. Alan grasped the central silk and pulled it down like a zipper. Lucky's outfit fluttered to the ground revealing her perky breasts. He wasted no time laying numerous sucking kisses upon them, teasing her nipples to full attention with his tongue. "Are you ready for my surprise?" He interjected before he got too carried away. "I am anxious, Master. You have turned me on and stopped. Hurry, show me your magic so we can pleasure each other properly!" Alan began to focus on the different levels required to make an illusory enchantment of great effect. He picked a starting point and worked forward, imagining how she should feel, how much she should seem to weigh, the proper proportions of her body left unchanged. When he had finished, Lucky wasn't any more than ten inches tall from head to toe. "How do you feel, Lucky? Add some wings and you'd be my little fairy," he chuckled, admiring his handiwork. It was subtly different creating the enchantments than actually seeing them realized. Alan was always shocked by the power of magic. "Oh, Master," she cooed with mock shyness as she eyed first herself and then her new perspective of him. "Your cock is so big and I am now so tiny. How am I ever going to be able to pleasure you?" She began to rub herself slowly as they both thought of the possibilities. Alan's erection continued to grow as he watched her. "Oh no! It's getting bigger! And I have such a little pussy. How will it ever fit inside of me?" "I think we'll find other ways to please each other," he grinned as he approached her. Alan pressed the head of his cock against her little pelvis -- feeling like an awkward giant, his penis bigger than her entire leg -- and began to massage his soft flesh against hers. It wasn't long at all before he felt her wetness beginning to lubricate them both, alleviating much of the strangeness. He focused on maintaining the illusions he already had in place while trying to use another illusion to enhance their pleasure sensations. He felt a spark of white hot pleasure travel from the head of his penis through his body and explode into his brain and had to release the illusion before he passed out. He hadn't known that he was capable of that level of intensity and took a moment to catch his breath. Maybe some things were better left to reality, pure pleasure being one of them. He didn't want to kill himself from simulating an orgasm. Once he stopped panting and his vision was clear of the dancing spots, he glanced back down to the writhing form below and squeezed a dollop of precum out of the head of his cock and watched with fascination as it dribbled down onto Lucky's stomach landing with an ever-elongating string of stickiness that clung to him. The proportion of things enhanced the eroticism of their mutual masturbation as a little drip to him was quite the generous handful to her, easily covering half of her torso. She smiled up at him and spread his slipperiness around her body with her hands, sensuously rubbing it around her breasts before allowing her hands to dip down to her sweet spot. She lathered her thighs well before applying his cream to her lips and rubbing her clitoris fervently. With a gasping moan, Lucky came sending a miniature shower of love gushing forth from her fairy-sized pussy that covered the underside of his manhood. She wrapped her arms lovingly around his cock and began to slide them up and down his shaft before grabbing on with her legs and using all four limbs to pleasure him. She was his nude little fairy, clinging to his cock, rubbing her arms and legs and luxurious breasts against him with surprising skill and nimbleness. "Oh, Lucky!" Alan inhaled sharply as the surprising tightness of her grip escalated his pleasure. He felt an extremely odd sensation, a tingling deep inside his gut, and it took him a moment to realize that Lucky actually had her mouth opened as wide as it would go and was openly french kissing his urethra. It was the most bizarre stimulation he had ever experienced. At a loss, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed it as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge. After a couple minutes, Alan felt his body getting hotter and his stomach turning in knots. He was really enjoying what Lucky was doing, but she was going to wear herself out soon and he wasn't getting stimulated enough to actually have an orgasm this way. So, he laid her back down onto the couch and had her let go. She gave him one last long lick from the top of his urethra all the way down to the base of his cockhead before laying back and smiling at him. He spread her legs open wide and began to bump his cock against her sex which prompted her into placing each of her hands on either side of her pussy and splitting her lips open as far as they would go. Even without penetration, it didn't take her long to reach another orgasm with him applying pressure to her whole nether region. She began to scream for him as she came, squirting all over his cock once more. "Oh, Master! Cum for me! Cover your sexy little fairy with hot slippery cum!" Alan couldn't handle her urging him on like that and picked her up in both hands and began using her slick body to quickly masturbate with, pushing himself over the edge. He gasped and began splashing her with spurt after spurt of warm jizm. Long streamers of cum erupted from the head of his cock, coating her already-slick stomach and breasts, drenching her neck, dripping down into her hair, and after Alan managed to aim a little, let the last few dribbles spread down between her legs. "Ahhhhhh!" Lucky squirmed in ecstasy as one of her most primal fetishes was fulfilled. Her master had known how much she enjoyed the feel of his pearly white seed against her skin. Now she was dripping in it. She fervently began to rub her erogenous zones, massaging his cream into her breasts, using it as a lubricant. Her whole body felt hot and weightless. The pleasure of being so drenched in cum was resonating deep within her core, giving her what felt like one slow continuous orgasm that never really subsided. Instead, it felt as though it got stronger and weaker like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tide. As it would get stronger, she would feel the thrumming deep in her loins and squirt out a stream or two of her juices until the feelings receded for a few seconds, only to be retaken and gush some more. When she opened her eyes, she had returned to her normal size and while she did have cum spread all over her body, it was not in the proportions that she had experienced moments before. Alan lay next to her in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm. He couldn't count the number of times she had squirted as she came. Lucky's ejaculate was intoxicating to him in ways that only Misty had yet to rival. In a more conventional situation he would have to choose which of the two was better. He was fortunate that his life was no longer conventional. - - - - - - - The next day Alan had to practically run out the door to keep Magik from trying to come along with him to work again. One of these times he would have to have to bring her along and place her under an invisibility illusion just for the fun of it... Alan visited Max's desk a few more times throughout the day just to be sure that everything was streamlined and he was well on his way to catching up with the work that he had piling up. He spent half of the morning working on his LPs and the other half making passes by Max's desk memorizing his figures to simplify them all. It was slow going, but he appreciated being able to help out someone. He noticed that using these simple illusions was good practice and that he wasn't even getting slightly fatigued yet. Alan was in a good mood and ground out a few more proposals before his break. He was about the head over to Subway for his lunch when he heard a gruff voice yelling his name. "Castillo!" his boss bellowed from down the hall as he marched toward his cubicle. "How long have you worked for me?" "Almost three years, sir." Alan couldn't figure out what had him so riled up. "And in all that time how many mistakes have you made?" he glowered. "Only two that I can recall," he answered warily. "Well this is a pretty serious screw up! I just found out over the phone that Reality Autosales lost a customer because we reported incorrect credit scores for them and denied them a loan." "Oh..." Alan felt a sinking feeling in his gut as he realized who Hannigan was talking about. Reality Autosales was the car dealership over on 23rd avenue and they had been coming to them for years to get loans. They were a major client that they couldn't afford to lose. "I'll personally call them up and apologize. I can find out which customer it was and call them and let them know that it was our branch who made the mistake. Maybe they'll decide to go back to Reality." "I'll let you have one more chance, but if you make me regret this decision, you'll be out on your ass before you know what happened." For some reason, Alan couldn't help but stare at the wrinkles on Mr.Hannigan's forehead as they wobbled up and down angrily when he shouted. "Thank you for the confidence, sir," he said, speaking to his forehead. His boss dissipated as suddenly as he had appeared. Alan decided to skip his lunch break and went back through his recently sent files as quickly as possible to find his mistake. Once he figured it out, he made the phone calls he had promised and hoped that things would be smoothed over well enough to salvage their business relationship. In a Bottle... Ch. 05 Alan had apparently transposed the numbers from two separate accounts while he was working on his own proposals with his head stuck in Maxwell's work. Alan was distracted the rest of the day after such a close call. He was convinced that had Alan been anyone else at the office, Hannigan would've handed him a pink slip without even talking about it. He would have to keep his head down and his mind focused on himself. He disregarded Max. Assuming that he could take care of himself, his job should be secure and in the clear, especially with Alan drawing so much attention. He got off work at 4, shut down his computer, and headed out the back door to his car. His mind was still stuck on how he could have made such a serious error. He was beside himself with disbelief. Three years and he hadn't done anything that foolish. Simple mistakes were the worst because there was no excuse to give except that he wasn't paying attention as closely as he should. Halfway to his car, Alan glanced at a nearby window, the reflection behind him catching his eye. There was a dim shimmer almost like a wavering light drifting -- slowly orbiting more like -- around the source. The source in this case appeared to be a dark-skinned figure wearing a long black trench coat à la Matrix. It was noticeably different than anything he had ever seen before, almost imperceptible, yet glaringly obvious at the same time. He had thought about when he might be able to tell if other people had come into contact with genies. That pushy little man he'd encountered at the mall had told him that he had magical residue on him, now he understood what that meant. The light intensified abruptly as he watched and Alan realized that must mean magic was being called upon. This wasn't a person who had called upon the power of a genie, this was a genie. He took a step to the side and turned to get a better look at this rarity. A crackling bolt of electricity struck the pavement behind Alan with a concussive blast that shoved him sprawling to the ground. He slammed into the pavement shoulder first and lay there for a second in a daze. He glanced back at where the lightning had hit and saw a small hole in the asphalt surrounded by a starburst-shaped scorch mark. Had he not turned to look, that would have been right where he was walking. He shook his head a little, trying to shake off the mental fuzziness. Turned to look. Look at what? His mental acuity returned and he immediately looked back to where he had seen the genie in the reflection of the building. He saw nothing but a parking lot half-full of empty cars. A couple people on the distant sidewalk had stopped to gawk at the lightning flashing down from a cloudless sky. Uneasiness bore into his heart and he began to panic. Someone had been there. His gaze began to dart frantically around to locate his assailant as he slowly got up on one knee. His heart skipped a beat when he heard gravel crunch against asphalt behind him. "I am Eneros, the destruction mage," came a whispered voice from behind. 'Not a genie, then,' Alan thought to himself. This was one of the magi he had heard about. Alan didn't need to see an intense shimmer to know what was coming. He dodged to the side just as the mage released a wave of force -- condensed hydrogen molecules in the air moving fast enough to cut through steel. And they did just that. A newer Hyundai sonata parked no less than twenty feet away from him abruptly rent itself in two, effectively separating the back seats from the trunk. Molten metal steamed as it cooled. "If I were trying to kill you, that wouldn't have hit the car," the mage announced casually. "If you say so," Alan retorted, a bit out of breath. While mentally he had become something else, physically he was still out of shape. "All the same, I don't think I'll keep you around long enough to find out your intentions." Alan reacted with the first thing he could think of to defend himself from this extremely dangerous threat. He envisioned a manticore and extended his will to manifest his vision. He focused as much as he could considering the circumstances. The beast grew quickly, at first looking like an average full-grown lion, but soon sprouting an enormous, wicked-looking scorpion tail. The face growing out of the mane came to look like an evil demon with reddened skin, several rows of sharp teeth, and a set of intimidating horns atop it. Complete, it looked over at Eneros and gnashed its teeth menacingly. "An masterful yet futile display of conjuring. How many genies did you have to drain to grow this adept?" Eneros asked with a hint of a surprise behind his question. Alan ignored his unsettling question and directed his creation to attack while he assessed the situation more closely. "Manticore, remove this threat," he uttered as convincingly as he could. Eneros flung his hands out with his palms face up and suddenly a searing blast of heat radiated from the space between him and Alan as a wall of shimmering fire tried to consume the Manticore on its way to attack the mage. Alan had to take a step back to retreat from the intense heat. This time, Eneros was a bit more flagrant in his surprise when he saw the beast emerge unscathed and still rushing toward him. Alan took that moment to seize his opportunity to hide himself better. He jaunted off into the parking lot as Eneros was making more frantic gestures at his monster, creating a considerable commotion in the process. This was not lost on the now substantial crowd of onlookers. He found a suitable spot behind a car tire where he could still catch glimpses of the action from seclusion. His manticore had reached the mage and had pushed him back up against a building by biting at him. Alan figured it was time for the debilitating blow and had the venomous tail lash out and stick into Eneros' chest. He crafted an illusion of numbing pain that would surely end this fight after it finished spreading throughout his body. "Ah!" cried Eneros. Alan knew that the tail had scored a hit. Any minute now he would crumple to the ground and Alan could be away from this scene before it got any worse. His vision warbled for a brief moment, it would be dangerous to create many more illusions without releasing the complex manticore first. "So it wasn't a conjuration!" Eneros exclaimed. "That explains things much more clearly." Wait, what? Alan shook his head to clear the confusion. He hadn't been crying out in pain. It had been a cry of revelation! He knew that Alan was using illusions. He had to drop all pretenses of scaring or tricking this lethal foe. Alan released all of his illusions and focused his mind on pure pain. He thought about what it would be like to be drawn and quartered -- the feeling of having the fibers of your body ripped apart -- and molded that idea exclusively into an enchantment. Eneros paused and looked in his direction. He must have seen a glimmer of magical residue. Alan invoked his enchantment with as much power as he could muster. Eneros seemed to shiver for a moment before putting his arms out before him and clenching his fists. The car in front of Alan violently jolted skyward and landed upside down some twenty or thirty feet away with a crash. So much for a hiding place. "I have to commend you for trying to incapacitate me, but as I said before, your efforts are futile. You see the black coat isn't just for show," he said, grasping the collar of his trench coat in his fists. "It severely hinders hostile magic. Any pain you might try and cause me is diminished to merely a mild discomfort. Now, let's bring this meeting to a close." Eneros made another gesture, but already Alan was using his best defense. He cloaked himself in invisibility and silence and leapt away from his location just in time to avoid being flung to the ground by another unnatural lightning bolt scorching the pavement. "I really do tire of this game of cat and mouse," yawned Eneros. With a flick of his wrist a nearby street lamp wrenched itself out of the ground and hovered ominously above the ground. He moved his hand quickly in front of his torso as though slapping the air. The metal pole viciously swung through the air, mimicking his motion like a puppet on a string, and slamming into the side of a police cruiser that had just arrived. "Marco..." His hand swished back the other way. The pole hurled itself away from the police car and covered the entire distance of the parking lot in seconds, causing sparks to fly as it scraped along the pavement. "Polo." Three more sweeps was all it took for Eneros to get lucky and clobber Alan in the side with his oversized metal baseball bat, sending him sprawling to the ground. He couldn't hold onto his illusions under this amount of pain and his elbow, a couple fingers on each hand, part of his chest, and one of his legs disturbingly materialized without his direction. Alan didn't know how this mage could keep up this level of magic. It was all he could do just to remain standing before that blow. He released his enchantments, reappearing completely on the ground at the mercy of Eneros, the destruction mage. The least he could do was accept defeat like a man. He stood up and let his hands drop to his sides, breathing shallow through the pain. He felt like several of his ribs might be cracked. His mind went to a happy place in his last moments, not wanting the last thing that he saw to be the face of this cretin. He relived all of the wondrous events of the past few weeks. Solving the puzzle of the totem, meeting Misty, setting her free, acquiring his harem, the debauchery that ensued... Hope filled the void of defeat within him -- Alan had one last trump card. Before he realized he had thought it, Carmella, Lucky, and Magik were standing beside him, ready and waiting just like the last time he had summoned them. "More illusions? We'll see if these can hold up better than your last," mocked Eneros. His fist rose to eye level and then opened, revealing a blossoming flame in his hand that quickly spun itself into an expanding ball of liquid heat. Carmella surprised everyone and stepped in front of Alan and forcefully pushed him back in the same instant that the ball shrieked toward them, consuming oxygen with a roaring pandemonium that they could feel in their bones. Before anything more could be done, the blast of heat engulfed Carmella with a hunger like that of a wild animal. Instantly her hair withered into ash and her clothing melted into her skin, the two becoming one. She opened her mouth to scream, but the withering blast of heat forced its way down her throat and into her lungs, shriveling them like a couple of raisins. Her knees buckled and she collapsed as she began to lose consciousness from the pain. Alan caught a glimpse of her eyes as she twisted to the ground, her final emotions permanently seared into them before they cooked down to a pair of smoldering coals. Had she been looking for him to help her? Her skin began to char and peel away from her bones in little curls. The tissue with more fat, especially her breasts, bubbled up like a grotesque ball of pizza dough being cooked. "I wish we were all immune from harmful magic five minutes ago!" Alan screamed, snapping to his senses as he finally realized Lucky was there with him. "I am sorry, Master," Lucky consoled him, "but time magic is a very volatile force and it would take all of my power just to send the world back in time a mere twenty seconds, let alone five minutes and still be able to fulfill the other half of your desire, which is equally difficult." Alan felt like throwing up. He had barely even had a chance to get to know Carmella, and it was his fault that things had ended up like this. ...Partly his fault. He glared at the mage who watched Carmella sizzle with apparent disdain. He knew he had killed a genie, that this one wasn't an illusion. He hadn't known what that genie meant to Alan. Wiping away the tears of rage that were blurring his vision, Alan again wrapped himself in visual and audible illusion, granting him invisibility and silence to earn time to focus on something new. Through his growing fatigue, Alan summoned new illusions, extending his invisibility and silence to his two remaining genies to keep them safe. Eneros seemed only focused on what he was doing, not what was going on around him. "This again?" Eneros sighed, impatient with having to find Alan again. He held his arm out to pick up the discarded lamp post using his levitation, but when he did his hand wasn't empty. Alan saw the pieces all fitting together long before his illusion was complete. He struggled to maintain consciousness and watched. The four police officers who had showed up a moment ago and were looking at Eneros saw an uzi submachine gun pointed in their direction and watched as it opened fire -- an illusion designed for only them to perceive, effectively bypassing the need to use magic directly on the mage. By the time Eneros realized what was happening, he already had six bullets in him. Apparently, his coat was not as bullet-proof as it was magic-proof. - - - - - - After spending an hour giving his very mundane statement about a crazy man with military grade weapons -- somehow none of which were recovered at the scene -- trying to assassinate him, Alan finally got to gather his other two djinni into his car and make the drive home. During the silent car ride home, Lucky and Magik sensed that Alan wasn't in the mood to talk, and if he wanted to initiate conversation, they would wait for him to ask a question. Alan adopted the quiescent mood of the car and used it to try and better grasp the situation. Carmella was dead. He had let her down. She had believed in him after seeing him free Misty from the invisible bondage that had enslaved them all to lives of servitude. Going from master to master using their immense powers to make everyone else happy. He was just like all of the rest, all of her masters that had come before him. He had used her to make a desire. And now her life was forfeit. He gave her hope that life could be different. He built her up and then let her take the plunge, giving up everything that she had so that the others might have a chance to live free. He was worse than her other masters. He hadn't only used her, he had taken everything from her for an empty promise. And what could he even do for Lucky and Magik? He didn't have the power to free them both. He had one desire left and no idea where to find any more genies. His plan originally had been to enjoy their company while searching for a way to end genie slavery altogether. Worst of all: The magi were after him, and apparently had found his workplace. His first instinct was to reincarnate Carmella. To fix everything back the way it was. Then, he thought protection might be a better idea. Next time it would be him, or Misty, or... He continued to go around in circles as his body drove on autopilot the rest of the way home. He had driven this route enough times that he could practically do it with his eyes closed. What if the same thing happens again and he has to lose Carmella a second time? Should he let her go and focus on protecting the remaining friends he has? How do you measure the importance of the lives of your friends? What if he tries to protect them and overlooks something? What if they end up getting to him anyway? He had outsmarted Eneros' anti-magic trench coat. What a waste of a desire it would be if he tried to protect against destruction magic and the next magi that came was familiar with an entirely different type of magic. Thinking that a single wish would protect him from everything would make him just as foolish as thinking a magic trench coat would save him from danger forever. He pulled up into his usual parking space and shut the car off. His door was waiting for him on the second floor and he couldn't even look at it. Misty was inside. She still didn't even know why he had summoned the harem to him. "How do I tell Misty?" he finally spoke to his two passengers, voicing his horrible feelings. "Do not worry, master. We can take care of that if you find it too hard to talk about at this moment," Lucky consoled him. "Thanks, Lucky." Alan followed his two genies up to his apartment wondering how long it would be until the Magi learned where he lived. When they got inside, Lucky quickly went and found Misty and took her into their bedroom before she could ask about the absence of Carmella. Alan felt awful. There was no other way to describe the emptiness inside of him. He reflected on the time that they had all spent together recently, and it made things worse. He tried to banish the memories, but trauma tends to stick in the mind and everything that he saw right now reminded him of her. Magik -- sensing that Alan would not be in a mood that she could cheer him up from -- took his hand gently, pulling him from his thoughts briefly, and led him to the couch. She sat him down next to her and simply laid her head on his shoulder to let him know that she was there. He remained mute, but squeezed her hand to assure her that he appreciated the gesture. They sat in silence with each other while Misty and Lucky talked in hushed tones behind the bedroom door. Alan didn't have anything to say for the time being. Speaking felt like it would require an enormous amount of effort. His thoughts began to wander back to the first time he and Misty had been intimate, right there on the couch. He glanced down at the printed fabric, a pattern of fall leaves, scattered orange and brown. He ran his fingers across it, reminiscing the details of Misty's surprise striptease. Abruptly, he got up and walked into the kitchen leaving Magik alone on the couch. The last thing he expected to be on his mind after seeing a friend die was sex, yet he couldn't help himself from thinking about it. He missed all of her, and that was a big part of their relationship. He moved to the refrigerator and grasped the handle tightly to hold himself up, afraid to trust his knees to keep from buckling under the emotional weight. His gaze wandered to the patch of linoleum where Carmella had cleaned up the eggs that he had spilled. "Are you okay?" Misty asked from behind, and he felt a hand caress his shoulder lovingly. A tear rolled off his cheekbone and landed on top of the refrigerator door -- apparently he had opened it unconsciously. Suddenly, he felt his throat constrict and his breath catch in his throat. He began to sob uncontrollably. Misty wrapped her arms tightly around him. Alan turned quickly, grabbed her, and buried his face in her shoulder. After a time, the sobs racking his body began to subside and he realized the refrigerator was still open and he wasn't even hungry to begin with. He wiped the tears away from his cheeks and held Misty at arms length, looking into her face. "I can't do it, Misty. Everywhere I look she's there, haunting me. I can't go on without her. All of you are too important to me. Letting any of you go is unimaginable. She didn't even have a chance to live. We've barely been together for a week. She was a genie! There has to be something that we can do, some rule that you neglected to tell me about preventing djinni from-" he swallowed the word 'dying' hard, like a boiled egg going down whole, "...this." "I am sorry to disappoint you, master. I have neither neglected to discuss nor withheld such information from you. Once a genie has assumed a human form we are susceptible to every peril that a human would be. The transformation is very absolute." He drew a ragged breath and turned to Lucky. "Lucky, if I were to desire such, would your magic be enough to bring her back?"