9 comments/ 9875 views/ 26 favorites Wishing for Redemption Ch. 01 By: silverslyder A huge thank you is owed to everyone for their encouragement and advice. Another thank you goes out to my editor ghostdaddy27 for his assistance and catching my little whoopsies. And now, I welcome you all to the next piece in John's story. ***** John woke feeling a little better with his head resting on the table. Grimacing a little from a still neck, he sat up and rubbed his face. As he reached for his now luke-warm coffee, the most beautiful voice spoke from behind him. "I see my Master has awoken." John yelped in surprise and jumped almost three feet into the air. As he turned and came down, his foot caught against the chair and he fell flat on his back, cracking his head against the ground. Staring at the ceiling for a few moments, he amused himself by counting the stars he saw. He shook his head to clear it and looked to where the voice came from. His eyes fell on the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. "Who the hell are you?" John demanded. "How'd you get in here?" The woman lowered her head as she spoke. "I am your Genie Servant. You opened my vessel." "Genie?" he scoffed. "Yes, Master." John took a moment to actually look at her. She had fiery red hair that curled gently, pale skin and a toned, lightly curved body. He had to guess a bit because she was wearing thin clothing one would see on the old, crappie Genie shows. "Prove it," John demanded. "Your wish is my command, Master," she said softly. "Damn," he thought. "She's got one HELL of a voice." Out loud, he said, "I wish for a pound of solid gold on the table." She seemed to hunch into herself a little. "I am sorry, Master. I should have explained my limitations. I cannot grant that wish. Punish me as you see fit." "What the fuck?" He shook his head and stood. "I'm not going to punish you. Please, let's go sit on the couch and talk." He held his hand out to her. She tentatively took it and gracefully rose to stand eye to eye with him, which surprised him a little as 6'3". A shy smile slowly blossomed on her bow-shaped lips. Unable to resist, he glanced down and had to make sure he didn't start drooling over what he estimated were E-cup breasts. Quickly, his eyes snapped up to see her smothering a mischievous grin. He grinned sheepishly back as he looked into her emerald eyes. Turning, he led her to the couch and sat as she sat on the cushion next to him, legs nearly touching. John had to clear his throat twice before he could speak. "So what are these supposed 'limitations' that you mentioned?" "Well, Master," she began. John raised a hand, interrupting her. "Please, don't call me 'Master'," John said with a pained look. "My name is John." "As you wish Mast...John," She grimaced. "That will be difficult as it goes against my nature." "Your nature?" "I was created to be a gift to a powerful man of great wealth or importance that found favor with a Genie King. I would have been his first wife, or at least in charge of his harem to keep his other wives ready for him or one of his favored guests." John blinked in surprise. "Harem?" She nodded vigorously, causing interesting things to happen under her translucent clothes. "Yes. It's my function to grant my Master's ever sexual fantasy and wishes." "Such as?" John asked as he leaned back to look at her again, a slight bulge appearing in his slacks. She noticed and gave him a shy, mischievous smile. "For one, I can help you take care of that." He raised an eyebrow as his hands moved to unzip his slacks. "Alright, prove to me that you're a Genie and, as you said, 'take care of it for me'." Her smile was like the sunrise as her eyes flashed gold for a moment and he felt a tingle somewhere behind his eyes. He blinked and realized he was suddenly naked. "Wait, what the HELL was that?" he demanded. "What was what?" she replied in confusion. "Your eyes flashed and my head tingled." He was getting a little nervous now as he realized this might not be some kind of sick joke. She cocked her head to one side in confusion and it happened again. Flash. Tingle. He almost jumped off the couch. Her expression crumpled into fear as she disappeared and reappeared back on her knees, head bowed, in front of him. "Forgive me, Master," she said, near to tears. "I didn't explain more fully. I am ready for punishment." He blinked in surprise again as that trick sank home and for a few moments; he kept glancing from where she was and where she had been. Then he noticed she was trying to suppress her trembling. Moving carefully and slowly, so he didn't scare her, he dropped to his knees with her and gently raised her head to look at him. "We can talk about 'punishments' later," he said with an evil smirk. "For now, just explain. This is a lot for me for me to take in at once. I thought you were a prank by some friends trying to cheer me up." Tingle. Flash. Her eyes went wide as she silently mouthed 'oh' when she finally understood his meaning. "Now, would you please get up?" he asked gently. "Let's sit back on the couch and you can explain things. I'm just surprised, not upset." Her eyes flashed again as she smiled and he was indeed back on the couch, although she wasn't entirely. He was lying length-wise across it and she was straddling his hips. His flagging penis immediately reversed itself and a slow, dreamy smile blossomed on her beautiful face as she certainly noticed. When she spoke again, her voice had taken on the husky timbre of arousal. "What shall I explain, Master? His cock twitched and he struggled to remember as he drank in her perfectly curvaceous but that was apparently designed for sin. She grinned as she saw him stutter a couple times before he found his voice again. "Um... The eye and tingle thing?" he stammered as he then realized her clothing was a LOT thinner than he initially thought as he noticed her rock hard, quarter-sized nipple straining against the thin fabric. She giggled, snapped her fingers in front of his face and he jumped, feeling a little guilty "It's not polite to stare," she said, suppressing a grin as he gave her a 'hand-in-the-cookie-jar' look. "Sorry, I just..." he began, then stopped himself and blushed for the first time in over a decade. Her eyes smoldered as she looked into his eyes. "My Master may use his Genie as he sees fit, but you DID ask to explain." "Ok, so explain," he said as he casually rested his hands on her hips. "Human minds are usually unable to see or understand what real magic is or looks like. What you saw and felt is your mind's interpretation of what I actually did..." She paused to see if he understood. "And that was?" "My powers allow me to skim your intentions so I may properly interpret what you actually want with any given wish." "You're reading my mind?" he asked, a bit nervously. She leaned forward, propping her head in her hands, elbows on his bare chest and wiggled her hips a bit. "In a manner of speaking. I can't actually read your thoughts unless you allow me to. I'm only looking at what you actually intend with your wish so I don't upset you with an incorrect result." "Like some of the legends?" he asked. Tingle. Flash. She nodded. "There are, or were, other types of Genies, each linked to a specific element like Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. Some human sorcerers have managed to capture various Genies while others were punished and put into vessels by a Genie King. Those would usually try to misinterpret your wish in order to get their freedom." "So what? I only get 3 wishes?" She shook her head, making some of her fiery hair spill down and caress her cheek. "Genie Servants like me are a different case. We are permanently linked to our Masters for the duration of our lives." "So what happens in another, say, 40-50 years when I die of old age?" "Then I would die as well." She shrugged. "But why would you only want to live that long?" "Um... Human mortality?" he asked in a 'duh' tone. She rolled her eyes. "I'm aware of that, but now you may live as long as you wish." He blinked as that sank in. "You're saying I could live for centuries if I wanted?" "Or longer," she confirmed. "Whoa..." For a moment, his mind wandered through the possibilities that now lay before him, and then he shook his head. He had more important matters before him, or rather ON him. "I may not be a mind-reading, super powerful Genie, but I think I know one 'wish' you might want." He grinned. "And that would be?" she asked in a tone that made his cock twitch. "Oh! Well, what's stopping you?" "First, you're wearing too much." She smiled as her clothes vanished, fully revealing her alabaster perfection to his hungry eyes. "Secondly..." he began. She yelped as he quickly lifted her, twisted and dropped her onto her back where he had been laying. He used his military-hardened strength and lowered himself over her, only touching her with their first kiss. She moaned, then mewed disappointedly as he pulled back a bit. She bit her lip as he moved to the right and gently nuzzled her jaw and down her neck. "Who's supposed to be in charge?" he whispered in her ear, nibbling it. "You are..." She draped her arms over his shoulders. "My Master is in charge." "Good girl, "he breathed. "Keep your arms to your sides." "Yes, Master," she whispered, shuddering in anticipation. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, he began to explore this statuesque creature that welcomed his touch. Being careful to only let his lips touch, he kissed a line down from her chin, to her neck where he gently bit her. She moaned happily. Continuing on, he kissed over one shoulder, then the other before moving still lower. He moved down to the valley of her copious cleavage, then slowly kissed a circle up each one in turn as if climbing those soft, delicious peaks. "Please..." she panted, hands clawing at the couch. "Please what?" he asked as his warm breath tease one diamond hard nipple. "Touch them," she begged. He traced a small, wet circle around her left nipple, making her gasp and shudder slightly. When he closed his mouth over it, she inhaled sharply at the sensation while one hand gently teased the other. Chuckling softly, he moved back up to look into her eyes. Her eyes held a sense of wonder with a hint of frustration since she couldn't move her arms. "Please take me..." They kissed. Their tongues danced in harmony as he moved one hand down to finally touch her dripping pussy. Gently, he stroked his fingers from bottom to top, finding her clit and slowly drawing circles around it with one finger. She bucked against his hand when he found it. "Master..." she panted. "Hands?" He chuckled. "Very well." She sighed in momentary relief as she reached down towards his iron hard cock and her eyes went wide as she felt his solid 8 inches and was barely able to close her hand around it. Looking down, she made a silent 'Wow' and looked back at John's nervous face. "If you think it's too much..." he began, only to be silenced by her gently fingers on his lips. "When you released me from my vessel, I was formed into the perfect match for you from what you see as the 'perfect' woman. Don't worry." With that, she gently guided him and he slowly slid the tip inside her. They both gasped at the sensations that went rocketing through them. "Please..." she gasped. "More..." Slowly, he pushed until he felt that indescribable barrier. "You're a virgin?" She nodded, eyes still closed. "That's the last step of our bond. Please..." He made a quick thrust then held there as she tensed, virgin no more. After a couple of moments, her eyes opened and she nodded. Slowly he began thrusting in and out, her pussy hugging him like a silken glove. With each thrust, he went a little deeper until he was completely buried. They locked eyes and they both saw the same thing in the other...Paradise. Slowly, he began pumping in and out, determined to make her cum first. She wrapped her long legs around his waist in an effort to get him as deep as possible. As they continued, they quickly found their harmonious rhythm. She let out quiet squeaks and moans as heat began to build in her core. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer with her tight passage playing him like a concert pianist. He could already feel his balls stirring. Fortunately, he felt her begin to tense and become more erratic as she tried to pull him into her. Thinking quickly, he scooped her up, still impaled, and began fucking her hard and fast. Then it happened. A nuke seemed to go off between them as they simultaneously erupted into orgasm. She screamed louder and louder as she felt him shoot rope after rope of cum splashed inside her and clamped her entire body against him, vibrating like a plucked guitar string. They sat there for a few moments while her spasms subsided and his breathing became less ragged. They both slowly came down from their mutual mind-blowing orgasm. After she stopped shaking, he felt something drip onto his shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, pulling back to look into her tear-streaked face. "Why the tears?" "Some Masters just take what they want. Others simply ignore their Genie until they're needed. The rare few..." He interrupted her, knowing where that was going. "The rare few actually give a damn." She nodded. "Well, if you're bonded to me for life, just know that I've been through hell lately. I have days where I get pretty down as memories come back." She tilted her head, curiously. "Like what?" He sighed heavily. "You can read my thoughts and memories as long as I allow it?" "Yes, but you don't have to." He shook his head before it could stray down those dark alleys and looked at his DVD player. "Well, it's almost lunchtime. Do you wanna go get something or do you want to stay in?" She shrugged. "Whatever my Master wishes." John rolled his eyes, then saw her suppressed grin. He scowled and her face began to fall apart in fear just before his fingers began dancing up her ribs. She clamped her arms against his hands to stop him, but they kept right on going as she collapsed against him, laughing. "Master...is...so...cruel..." she gasped. "Oh really?" He renewed the tickling with increased vigor and she began to try to struggle away from him. She almost managed it until he grabbed her feet and began tickling them instead. After he started, she started thrashing so hard that he stopped for fear of being kicked in the head. She lay there panting for breath for a few moments, then sat up. "Genie will have to get even with Master for that, "she said ominously. He chuckled, then realized her nude state. While he most definitely approved, she'd sunburn to death in 30 minutes in the summer sun. "What?" she asked as he shook his head. "You've just reminded me of two things. First, you don't have any clothes. Secondly, I don't even know your name." He spoke as he stood and by the time he reached out to help her up, she was instantly back in the outfit he'd first seen her in. She took his hand and stood as well. "Clothing is part of my anonymity abilities." She instantly changed her clothes into a hunter green tank top, tight jeans and white tennis shoes. "What about me?" "Only if there was no other option. Masters are expected to maintain their own homes." "No fair," he grumbled as he made his way towards his bedroom. His dignified sulking was interrupted when she smacked him on the ass. He glared as she swayed past him towards the bedroom. Once inside, she yelped as he nearly tackled her onto the bed with another round of tickling. She managed to thrash around enough to keep him at bay by wrapping her legs around his waist and batting at his hands. He managed to trap her hands above her head and flopped on top of her, making her 'oof'. They gazed at each other, smiling. He hadn't felt this happy in far too long but knew this still had a long way to go. "You still didn't answer my second question," he pointed out. She shrugged. "I don't have one. Masters have to choose whether their Genies get one and what they are if they do." He knew instantly what it should be. It just felt...right. "Hope," he said simply. Her eyes slowly went wide as that sank in. She began to cry again. "What is it?" John asked as he held her close. "I'm the luckiest Genie in the world. I was claimed by a Master with a good heart." "I'm nobody special." "You were to the woman in the pictures in the hall," Hope countered. "Who is she?" John stiffened and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground with a stony face. Hope sat up quickly and reached out to him, sensing his sudden flare of unbearable pain. "My wife," he said softly. "Where is she?" There was a long, pregnant pause, then he sighed. "Dead." Hope gasped. "Master, I'm so..." "Don't," he interrupted harshly and she flinched back. She tried to touch him then flinched again as he spoke in a dead voice. "I want to share a memory with you. 6 months ago. December 24th, 0235 local time to where I was." She gasped as he gave that command. A split second later as her powers brought it to her instantly, she gasped even harder as she fell back as the memory began to play... Wishing for Redemption Ch. 02 To all my readers, thank you all for the feedback, encouragement and criticism. I hope you all enjoy the next piece of John and Hope's adventure. A huge thanks goes to my editor, ghostdaddy27, for catching my mistakes and keeping me on the right path. Along with my editor, I'd like to give a big thanks to the authors Magicwrtr and BreaktheBar for giving me advice as experienced writers. Without further ado, here we go. ***** John lay on the hood of a Humvee, staring up at the desert sky. The stars were so much brighter away from the big cities. They always helped him put things into perspective after missions like the one he just came back from. His unit had been tasked with a bitch of an objective; to push into one of the most heavily defended parts of the city. He and four other snipers had been providing eyes and covering fire for three platoons of Marines as they slowly advanced from building to building. They lost eight Marines with fifteen more wounded with the brutal firefight that ensued but they accomplished the mission and he had fifteen more confirmed kills on his extensive record. "So where do you wanna settle down after we get home?" He turned his head, unable to hide a huge smile as Lieutenant Commander Annette Saunders, his wife, smiled back. She kissed him deeply enough to earn a catcall from a passing Marine. "At ease, Marine," John glowered. The Marine saluted, still grinning. "Aye aye, sir. Have a good evening, sir." "Smartass," John grumbled, just loudly enough for Corporal Jameson to hear. "Move along, Corporal, before you get called in for your set of shots," Annette said sweetly. The Corporal blanched and took off at a run towards his tent. They both laughed. John looked back at his wife in wonder again. The moon glinted off her jet black hair that was pulled into a severe bun. He leered at her, despite being in her unflattering surgical scrubs. She was the aid station's commanding officer. Her returning smile made the full moon's light seems like a candle against that brightness. "How'd everything go?" John asked, sobering. She sighed heavily. "We lost PFC Jones. Took a hit to his liver. Nothing I could do. The others should recover once they get back stateside. They're in post-op now. I just came by to check on you and them one last time before I sack out for a few hours." "Don't worry about me," he said, getting off the Humvee. "I'll let Lieutenant Thatcher know. Jones was one of his." "I do worry about you," she said softly, wrapping her arms around him. "I just worry that you won't come back one day." "Some days I worry about my sanity, but then I remember you," he said, kissing her cheek. "Yeah, yeah... The old ball and chain," she quipped, grinning. He shook his head. "You're my anchor. My reason for fighting on. I probably wouldn't have survived this long without you." "Well, we get to go home in a couple of months and finally get out of this hellhole." "Yeah..." They held each other for a few more moments then separated. "Go get some sleep, love," he said, turning her towards the aid station. "I'll see you later." "You better," she said over her shoulder as she went to do her last rounds. He stood there staring after her for a moment then shifted his gaze out into the darkness around the small base. John never knew how long he stood there but he scowled as a distant flash caught his eye. Shortly after, he heard the distinct whistle of an incoming mortar shell. Going pale, he bolted for the aid station. "TAKE COVER!!" he bellowed as Marines all over dove for any cover they could find. As he ran, time seemed to slow down as he saw it all happen. A small movement above caught his attention and he looked up to see the blurred shape of the shell heading right for the aid station operating ward. "No..." he thought as he took off sprinting. The impact and explosion rocked the camp as overpressure knocked him down. When he jumped to his feet, he saw hell itself in what remained of the ward. His heart frozen in shock, he bolted for the wreckage to find her. Others ran after his and they began to search for survivors. Hands bloody, breathing labored, he heaved rubble aside and caught sight of long, black hair. Desperately, he heaved steel beams out of the way as adrenaline and fear drove him. He found her. Broken and bloody but alive...barely. He fell to his knees beside her. "Annie?" he said, over the others' searching calls. "John?" she replied weakly. "CORPSMAN!!" he bellowed. Two of them came over and began their frantic work. "Shit, stay with us doc," one of them said, ripping bandages open. "John," she said again, shakily reaching to touch his cheek as she gazed at him. Her ice blue eyes staring straight through him. "I love..." Her eyes glazed as she exhaled. "Annie?" he begged. He felt a hand under his arm lifting him away. "Corporal, let's get the Captain out of here." "Annie!" he called as he started to struggle out of their grip. More men came over to try to drag him away from her. He fought. "ANNIE!" he screamed brokenly as six men dragged him away. The memory dissolved as reality faded back in. John heard her sobbing a moment later after she had fallen back onto the bed. He sat there, staring at nothing as her sympathetic grief ran its course. As her sobbing subsided into sniffles, he felt the bed shift and her soft arms wrapping around him, hugging him from behind. She nuzzled against his neck, still wet with tears. "I'm sorry, Master," she said wetly. "I shouldn't have..." He sighed as she spoke. "It's alright, Hope. I just can't talk about it. She was my world. The only reason I'm still here is that she'd be disappointed if I took the easy way out. Despite that, I had planned to do that today until you dropped in my lap, so to speak." She gasped. "My conscience won't let me knowing someone else will go with me." She sighed in small relief at that. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked quietly. "For some reason, just you being here helps." She smiled behind him. "For now, let's get something to eat." He got up, kissed Hope's cheek then threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks and his riding boots. While he got dressed, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom. "Where are we going?" Hope asked. "There's a small Mexican place in that's pretty good. I thought that might be a good place for your first meal." She squeed, clapping and bouncing up and down, which was REALLY distracting as he fumbled for his helmet on the dresser. He motioned for her to follow and they made their way to the attached garage. The light flipped on as he entered; casting a pale glow over his big Ford F-350 dualie and his Harley big twin motorcycle. Throwing his leg over the bike, he flopped onto the seat, put his helmet on then stopped. "What is it, Master?" "Well, two things, actually. I don't have a helmet for you and my bike doesn't have an intercom so we can't talk as we ride." He wasn't looking at her but he felt the tingle. "No problem," she said. He glanced over and saw that she was wearing a similar domed helmet. Smiling, he said, "That's going to take some getting used to." She smiled and didn't move her lips at all. "Talking isn't a problem either." He gaped at her in surprise and she giggled. "With our bond, we're literally only a thought away from each other." He 'listened' intently and realized that, rather than hearing with his ears, her voice seemed to caress inside his brain. "Can I speak to you this way?" he thought. Out loud, she said, "Yep." He shook his head. "This is going to take a long time to get used to," he thought. "We have all the time we want," she thought back. She smiled, walked over to kiss him soundly before getting on the back of his bike. He pushed the button to open the garage, pulled in the kickstand and fired up the loud engine. She squeaked, wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned forward into his back. He grinned. "Ready?" he thought. "Mhm..." He revved the engine a couple times and felt her fingers dig into his chest. "Try not to leave a wet spot," he though wickedly as he made the engine scream, put it into gear and peeled out down his long driveway, delighting in her scream. He slowed and turned onto the main road towards town. Grain fields surrounded them as they continued down the curvy road. After his medical retirement, he'd moved out into the country onto 150 acres or prime farmland, the majority of which he leased to his neighbor, Maggie Thurston. They passed the city limit sign, 'Cedarville, OH Pop: 548'. Slowing, he turned onto the main road and stopped in front of the restaurant. He turned the engine off and felt Hope still trembling slightly behind him. "You ok?" he asked, unable to suppress a grin. "Evil...Master..." she gasped quietly. "You might wanna control yourself. It might look a little odd if you're wobbling when we go inside." She looked up and glowered at his grin. "Genie will have to pay Master back for his 'kindness'." He could hear the dripping sarcasm of her thought. "That's not all that's dripping," she said wickedly as she got off the bike. His face went blank as he tried to focus on anything else to keep his bulge from growing any more than it had. She yelped as he gave her a playful swat on the ass after getting off the bike. A bell jingled when they entered and a matronly, older Hispanic woman hurried over to them. "Just two?" she asked, her accent obvious. "Yes, please," he replied. She led them to a nearby booth, took their drink order and left. "What looks good?" John asked as they looked over their menus. "Everything," Hope replied. "I haven't had anything before." "Tell you what, I'll order and you can decide what you like better." "Okay." The cute, young waitress that brought them their drinks over had hesitated slightly when she saw them but recovered fast enough for most people not to notice. Hope's eyes went a little distant for a moment, then she suppressed a grin. The waitress got to their table before John could ask what was up. He took their drinks and ordered their deluxe nachos, a beef chimichanga and a chicken burrito with the house-made 'Diablo' salsa. As the waitress turned and left, he gave his genie a questioning look. She stared back innocently. "What?" she asked. "Why'd you smile when you saw her?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nothing," she chirped, oozing feigned innocence. "Genie..." he thought with sarcastic sternness. "She's jealous of me," Hope said, grinning. As he took a drink, she continued. "She wants you to fuck her." He spluttered into his soda which segwayed into a small coughing fit. Hope fell into a fit of the giggles. Before he could say anything, the waitress came back with their order. Hope excused herself and headed for the restroom while the waitress put the food on the table, then left. As she walked off, he took the chance to, unobtrusively, check her out. She had black hair pulled back into a ponytail she let drape over one shoulder. Her skin seemed very smooth with a tan like toasted almonds. She also had big brown eyes, breasts in proportion with her athletic, toned body and was wearing smoke grey pants that hugged her every curve as if it had been poured on. A call from the kitchen and she scurried off. His eyes followed her until he caught the stern glare the other woman was sending his direction. He quickly stopped looking as he heard the toilet flush and got ready to eat. Hope walked back to the table with a knowing smile and a slight sway to her hips. She sat back down and grabbed her silverware. "See something you want for dessert?" she asked quietly, then laughed at his 'busted' look. 'I wasn't..." he began before being cut off by her thoughts drifting through his mind as she started on the nachos. "It's my function to aid you in and possible way to fulfill your sexual desires." "You mean you wouldn't mind if I slept with her?" he thought back, digging into the chimichanga. "Nope." Then she added, "To be honest, I might even join in." He just stared at her for a moment as that thought wound its way through his imagination and the possibilities it opened up. It was difficult for him to cut off that particular line of thought and even more difficult to his cock from thumping against the table as the images flew through his mind. Hope started to blush. "Very naughty, Master," she thought. "Genie like..." He gave her a 'Ha Ha' look, then resumed his own eating. The food was good. It always was since he started coming here after the move. Hope went for the burrito as John swallowed a bite. "Be careful," he cautioned. "The salsa in that thing is spicy as hell." She waved at him dismissively. "Oh, don't worry so much," she said, taking the biggest bite she could. John had had his friends try it whenever they came to visit so he knew how long it would take before impact. 3...2...1... Right on schedule, her face began to turn almost redder than her hair as she exhaled slowly, mouth opened wide. John couldn't help grinning at her stunned expression. He noticed the older woman waving at him, holding a glass of milk. He nodded and the young waitress scurried over with it, placing it in front of Hope. "Drink some milk," the waitress said. "It'll help." John hadn't been paying attention before to realize that she had a very sweet soprano voice. Hope shook her head as her face slowly regained its normal color. John and the waitress glanced at each other, then back at Hope in disbelief. "That's delicious," she said as she dove back into the burrito. After lunch, they rode back to his house and flopped onto the couch. "We're going to have to figure out how to explain how you came into my life," John said, pulling Hope over to cuddle. "Just tell the truth." He shook his head. "I don't know how long you've been sealed away but these days, genies are creatures out of myths and legends. Most folks would think that we're delusional if we told them that you're a magical sex servant." "Oh..." They sat in thought for several moments, then he turned his head to look at her. "We could always introduce you as my new girlfriend." Her eyes snapped to his for a moment before they welled with tears. "Hey, what is it?" John asked gently. "It's just," she said between sobs. "Masters don't treat their Genies like equals." He held her close, resting his cheek on her head. "Well, THIS one does," he said quietly but firmly. After a few moments, she wiped her eyes and hugged him tightly. She turned and kissed him. "I know you want us to be equals. Please understand that that will not be possible. At least, not entirely. I was created to obey instructions unconditionally. That is built into my nature. I can feel that you want me to be free willed and I'll do my best but there is only so much that I can do." "What if I wish..." She silenced him with one finger. "That won't work. It's a direct conflict of my creation." His shoulders slumped a bit. "However, another part of my makeup will adapt my personality and behavior to what you want. That will take time, though." "Is that why you aren't cowering like you were before?" "Yes, your initial attitude jumpstarted that process." "Well, I hope it doesn't take too long, otherwise it'll be hard for you to blend in. Speaking of which, can you create a fool-proof background and legal identity?" he asked. "Not on my own. You need to give me the basics." "Well, for starters, your last name will be Davis. We'll say you're 23, we met online cause you're tired of the city and wanted to move out to the country. Do you need anything else?" After a few moments' thought, she shook her head. "If I need more, I'll let you know," she said. "Alright, now that that's settled..." he began but was cut off when his phone rang. "Damn." He checked his phone and picked up. "Hey Maggie, what's up" "The sky?" Maggie quipped. "The humidity?" He grinned. "Smartass." "And it took you THIS long to figure it out? I knew you Marines were slow but..." "You know damned well what I meant." "I can't possibly pass up the opportunity to give you shit." "Can we go back to my original question?" She huffed. "Oh, fine. I was wondering if you had any plans tonight." "Not really, we were planning on just puttering around the house." "We?" she asked suspiciously. 'Shit,' he thought. Out loud he said, "Yeah, my girlfriend is staying with me for a while." "Oh... Well, I don't want to intrude..." she said quickly. "It's no problem. We were kind of hoping you'd be available at some point." 'We were?' Hope thought at him. Tingle. 'Oh.' "Why?" Maggie's suspicion was back. "Hope really wants to meet you." There was a long pause. "Ok, where do you wanna meet?" "Doesn't matter to me. My place or yours?" he asked with a shrug. "You got beer?" "Some," he replied after a quick mental inventory. "Not really enough for three though." "I'll bring some. When do you want to meet up?" "We aren't going anywhere so you could come by whenever." There was a shorter pause, then, "I'll leave in a few, swing by the store and be over." "Ok, park in front of the garage. I'll leave it open for ya. Just come on it." John looked down at Hope and saw her concerned look. "What?" "She's not happy." "Why?" "I think she's been pining over you." "Why?" he asked blankly. "Next to you, she's the most gorgeous woman in town." She couldn't suppress a warm smile. "I can't read that far into her. I'm making an educated guess off of what I CAN read." "And what can you read?" he asked, absently caressing her side. "She's wanted you since you two met but was confused why you weren't responding to her flirting." "I wasn't precisely in the best head space at the time. I never told her about Annette." "Oh..." "Yeah..." "Do you want me to try to diffuse the tension?" Hope asked. He looked at her blankly. 'Huh?" She reached up and knocked on his forehead. "Hello? Super powered sex genie? Designed to manage a harem of sometimes bitchy women?" He glowered at her as she grinned impudently back at him. "Do what you can but no magic until I give the go ahead," he said firmly. "Yes, Master. May I add one thing?" He nodded. "If you want to flirt with her, have fun. You told me she's beautiful so if you want to make a move on her, have at it. I'm incapable of jealousy. Hell, I might even join in." His cock sprang to life as those possibilities ran through his mind. Hope giggled at the look on his face and laid her hand on his crotch. "I'm not sure she'll like the idea though," he said dubiously. She gave him a mysterious smile. "We'll see." That smile made him distinctly nervous. Two hours later, John was in the garage wiping down his bike when he heard a pickup pull up to his garage. Wiping his hands off on a rag, he stood as the truck rolled to a stop and Maggie got out. He had wanted to talk to her alone first and instructed Hope to entertain herself on his computer. After Maggie shut the door, John took the time to admire her again. She was very short, coming in and 5'2"; long honey-blonde hair in a tight braid down her back. She ran a farm and all that labor had given her a strong, yet slim figure. He figured if there was any excess weight on her, it resided in her bra and under her fingernails. Her breasts probably were a C-cup but he wasn't an expert. He just appreciated how proportionate they were to her. Her green eyes lit up when she saw him. Wishing for Redemption Ch. 02 Maggie wore a simple outfit consisting of a spaghetti-strap white top which accented her sun-bronzed skin quite nicely, jeans and heavy work boots. She ran over and he swept her into a bear hug. "Hey John," she murmured into his shoulder. "Hey Maggie." Maggie had always been able to get him smiling with her exuberant and infectious personality. Her soprano voice sounded clean and clear, like a silver bell when she laughed. He set her down and she gazed, searchingly, into his face. "Something's... different about you. What gives?" "I've managed to work through a couple of things, thanks to Hope." As if on cue, she walked into the garage. Maggie looked her and something flashed across her face before she smiled and held out her hand. "I'm Maggie Thurston." Hope eagerly shook the offered hand, then frowned at John. "John, you told me she was pretty. I don't appreciate you lying to me," hope said firmly. "Excuse me?" Maggie bristled. Hope turned back to Maggie. "He lied when he told me you were pretty. You're gorgeous." Maggie's eyes went a little wider and she blushed slightly. John resisted the urge to face palm, but only barely. "Sorry, Maggie," John apologized. "I forgot to mention she's a little socially awkward." Maggie smiled as she turned back to her truck. "It's no problem. Gimmie a hand?" After they got the beer put away, they all sat in the living room to enjoy a long evening of moves, laughter and beer. There were many high rises in New York City but unbeknownst to everyone else, one office in particular had some strange occupants. One man sat in his huge chair behind the equally palatial desk, gazing contemplatively out the window of his 50th floor office. He was a short man at 5'6" with short cut black hair, ice cold blue eyes and he was so thin as to appear emaciated. Resting his chin on steepled hands, he considered what 'entertainments' he would indulge in next. He never bothered turning when the heavy oak door of his office opened and shit behind him as he heard high heels click on the marble floor. "I asked not to be disturbed," he said coolly in a whiskey smooth baritone that hid the cruelty at his core. "Yes, Master, but I may have found another one." The man slowly turned around to look at the woman who entered. She was 5'8" with an athletically trim figure. Her platinum blonde hair framed a pixyish face, fell in a brain over one shoulder down to her waist. She wore a cream-colored blouse with a khaki skirt. "Oh?" he asked. "Yes, Master. Well west of here," she responded. "Show me," he commanded. She waved her hand as her eyes flashed and a holographic map of the USA appeared in front of him. He noticed immediately that there was a fuzzy circle over Ohio. "Can you narrow it down any further?" "I am sorry, Master. The protections and ancient laws forbid that. This is the best I can manage." He smiled coldly. "Looks like we're going on a trip. Make the arrangements for us to leave in the early morning. We have a new acquisition to pick up." She bowed. "Yes, Master." She turned and left the office. He smiled as he contemplated what his new toy might bring him because Silas Jordan ALWAYS got what he wanted. Hope lay snuggled next to her Master and sighed contentedly. She was enjoying the buzz of the alcohol and reveling in the quality of Master fate had assigned her. She was determined to make him happy for a long, LONG time. The slept till just after dawn when Hope felt the shock at her very core. She gasped in fear and sat bolt upright, startling John awake.