Storiesonline.net ------- Deified by Darkniciad Copyright© 2006 by Darkniciad ------- Description: A beautiful genie named Laresa falls into the clutches of a man who would be a God. He is familiar to Laresa, one of her people, and he knows far more about the Djinn than any mortal she has ever known. Who is he, and what is the "Society"? Codes: MF FF Mult fant TimeTr harem ESP 1st cons reluc coer mag slave D/S rough sad group oral mastrb preg ------- ------- Chapter 1 Inca Ruins, Peru — 2001 "We're close, Aaron." The old man held his hands out before him, moving them slightly back and forth, slowly homing in on something. At last, he steadied his hands, opened his eyes and smiled. Letting the gray stone cupped between his palms slide into one hand, he nodded in the direction the stone indicated. His younger companion grunted to acknowledge the nod, nervously tousling his mop of brown hair, and then set off to match the brisk pace of his mentor. Aaron thought, The old goat gets along pretty well for his age. I'd better keep that in mind. They moved carefully through the ruins, doing their best to avoid leaving any sign of their passage. The vine-choked, crumbling stone structures around them were not so remote, and they certainly did not want some local who wandered into the area to discover them. The weather was miserable, a light, cold drizzle drifting down from a deep gray sky, making the broken stones underfoot slippery and more treacherous than they would be normally. The old man lifted his hand suddenly, his eyes going wide, and turned to gesture impatiently to the younger, before hurrying behind a wall that looked the same as every other that they had passed. When Aaron walked around the stone, he found his old teacher kneeling on the ground, the hand containing the gray stone pressed against the earth. "It's here, Aaron. It is buried right here. Get out the shovel, our quest is nearly over. Whom have we found, I wonder. Horace? Laresa? Mayesra? Such prizes remain! We stand to gain much honor when we return, should we bear one of the elusive prizes that have never been in our possession, or one of those that has escaped us..." Aaron rolled his eyes while the old man rambled, taking off his pack to retrieve the folding camp shovel inside. He hoped the damn artifact wasn't buried too deep, or they could be here for hours slogging through the mud, sifting through water filling up the hole. The old man knew this weather was coming, and had insisted on leaving for the ruins anyway. Once he had the scent, he was impossible to shake, no matter the logic or common sense involved in any argument against it. "Right there, where your hand is, Wallace?" Aaron waited for his old mentor to stop babbling for a moment, and then repeated the question. "Oh, oh yes! Right here. Hmm, the rain could be a problem. The ground is rather saturated. I fear the hole might fill with water as we dig it." No shit, you geriatric old coot, Aaron thought. "I told you we should have waited until this was over and it dried out." "Perhaps, but we'll see if we can't find it now, and return later if necessary. We can always cover this spot with some stones; it's in the shadows and..." "Wallace, I need to get in there, if you want me to dig." Chuckling, the old man rose up from his knees and moved out of the way. Aaron squatted down, pushing the tip of the shovel into the ground with his foot, and started moving earth. Aaron ground his teeth in frustration as the hole reached about two feet deep. He was pulling out as much water as mud with every shovelful now, and doubted that they would get anywhere near the prize that Wallace was sure was buried here. Then his shovel hit something solid, and metallic. Great excitement in his voice, Wallace hurried over, dropping to his hands and knees next to the hole, "Did you find something?" Aaron carefully stabbed the shovel into the water at the bottom of the hole again, and yet another metallic clink greeted them. "I think so." Moving the shovel around, Aaron managed to find the edges of something, and started prying with his shovel. He could feel give, and pried hard, a sucking sound rewarding him as the water level in the hole dropped, the liquid filling the void left by the prize, now barely visible through the muck. Wallace reached down and grabbed the box, drawing it up out of the water with a laugh. He turned it over and over, wiping away mud and examining it. "It appears to be intact, and well sealed." He reached into his pocket and held the grey stone very near the box, "If this is not one of the artifacts we seek, it is surely something of great power." "So, open it," Aaron impatiently suggested. "Oh, of course, yes. Hmm, it appears to be sealed with lead. I believe we'll have to return to civilization to open this." Great, just great! Aaron thought, but then said aloud, "At least we can get in out of this fucking weather." "Where is your spirit of adventure, Aaron?" "It drowned," Aaron muttered as he tried to wipe some of the mud off his shovel. ------- Laresa roused slightly, sensing that her ring was close to someone again — and moving. She didn't know how long it had been since she was last summoned. She slept often, rousing only for short periods, as she always did whenever long periods passed between Masters. She had known her last Master for only moments. Almost as soon as she appeared, he crossed himself and ordered her to go away. Laresa smoothed back her silvery hair, her back arching as she stretched, causing the rosy tips of her firm breasts to press against the silken gown she wore. She shivered and let out a little moan, pressing a petite hand over her sex, vestiges of a dream still sparking arousal within her. She felt the presence of a second person, also close to her ring. A mixture of anticipation and trepidation flowed through her, as she hoped to see the world outside again, but wondered what type of Master would summon her this time. For now, her ring was still only close to someone, and not yet on anyone's finger, so she drifted off to sleep amongst her cushions. Once again, her dreams were bittersweet glimpses of a life returned to the flow of time, of being human. For so long, such thoughts had never crossed her mind, but that was changing. So many times recently, her Masters had given her tastes of free will, and of humanity, awakening desires within her, unfelt for eons. Laresa smiled in her sleep, even as her heart ached. ------- "Crude, yes, but someone went to a great deal of trouble to seal this. Surely, we shall find something remarkable. It can only be one of the artifacts we seek..." The urge for Aaron to roll his eyes was nearly overwhelming. Blah, blah, blah! Shut up and open it! "Ah, there we are!" Aaron stepped over to look over Wallace's shoulder, just as eager to see what was inside as his mentor. As Wallace opened the box, a folded, yellowed piece of paper met both their eyes. Wallace pulled out the paper, revealing something wrapped in undyed cloth, which was just as yellowed as the paper. Aaron clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to scream, as Wallace opened the brittle paper to see if there was anything written upon it. "My, my, whoever sealed this believed they had found something dire indeed. The note says that the devil is in this box, and it should be buried far from man, never to see the light of day again." Aaron rolled his eyes, "Superstitious fools." Carefully folding the note and putting it off to the side, Wallace admonished, "We simply fear what we do not understand, and most are quite unfamiliar with the Djinn, Aaron. Now, let us see what was so frightening to our friend who wrote the note." Aaron's skin tingled as Wallace removed the small cloth-wrapped bundle from the box, and started to unwrap it. Come on already, this isn't a damn dig! Aaron silently fumed, frustrated by the meticulous care his mentor was taking with the object. Becoming archaeologists was useful to cover their true purpose, but Aaron thought Wallace took that part of his life far too seriously. Finally, the cloth parted, revealing a ring. Aaron recognized the crafting, and he knew it was one of the objects they sought. At long last, they had found the home of a genie. Wallace turned the ring over in his fingers, a wide smile on his face, "Gold band with an amber stone, crafted by our ancestors, certainly." Turning to Aaron, he held the ring up, "I'll have to check the database, but I'm almost certain this is the artifact to which Laresa is bound! Truly a remarkable find! She is one of the few who has never been located. We have come so close, only to find the ring missing so many times." "You're certain, then?" "Oh, absolutely! I cannot say that it is indeed our long-lost Laresa without checking the database, but it is without a doubt the home of a Djinn." Wallace laughed, all his long years of searching now fulfilled in the ring he held between his fingers. "Good." An expression of surprise and pain crossed Wallace's face as the knife plunged with expert skill between the slats of his chair, and into his back. The ring fell with a clatter from his nerveless fingers as he mouthed the word why to his apprentice of almost a decade. Aaron ignored the sound of his mentor's head falling against the desk, bending to pick up the ring. "You're all a bunch of decrepit fools. We could have gathered all the Djinn years ago if you addle-brained old men hadn't forbidden us to use the artifacts to do it. I'm done with you, and I'm done with the Society." Holding up the ring, he smiled and said to it, "Now, let's just check the database, and see if the old codger was right. I want to make sure of what I'm getting into before I put you on." ------- Aaron sat tapping the desk with a finger, staring at the laptop monitor, two entries from the database opened side-by-side on the screen. Looks like you're right, old man. We have found Laresa. I'm sure the Society would have been very pleased. Too bad they'll never see her. Clicking on the other entry, labeled Nathifa, he scrolled down and read the entry again with a smile. One of the first Djinn to be located by the Society, she would have little experience with her powers. The information also provided the perfect means to stifle her, to ensure that she never discovered how to utilize her powers deceptively. Returning to Laresa's entry, he narrowed his eyes. You are an entirely different matter, my dear. Though the Society had never located her, they had managed to gather a great deal of information about her. One thing was certain: she did know how to manipulate a Master's wishes when it suited her. Minimizing the database windows, Aaron opened a text editor and started to plan his words carefully, ensuring that Laresa would find no means to twist the wishes he planned to make. ------- Laresa started awake, knowing the sensation of her ring sliding on to someone's finger. She reached down and felt her tummy with a sigh. In the dream, from which she had just been awakened, a babe had rested there, beneath her heart. Sitting up, Laresa felt power flowing through her, awakened by the touch of a human hand. Anxious anticipation permeated her, as she wondered when she would be summoned, and what type of Master would greet her upon emergence from the ring. Then came the familiar tug, and she dissolved into wisps of smoke, to coalesce once more in the outside world. "Welcome, Laresa. This is the year two-thousand-one, and we are in the country of Peru. My name is Aaron, but you will call me Master." Laresa stared at the man who wore her ring, startled as he greeted her, just as she was about to greet him and explain her presence. Aaron laughed, "Surprised, are we? Let's get something out of the way right now. I wish that you have no access to my thoughts or desires, knowing only what I choose to tell you in word or thought. I wish that you fulfill all of my wishes exactly as spoken, taking no liberties to improve upon them. Finally, I wish that you warn me of any danger to my person, my plans, or my possessions — immediately — and otherwise speak in my presence only when spoken to, or to acknowledge fulfilling a wish." Laresa's mind reeled as she felt those wishes bind her. The man's features looked much like those of her people, and he seemed to know as much about her as she did about herself. It was obvious that he planned to grant her nothing resembling free will, and that did not sit well with her. She acknowledged his wishes curtly, her face flat and emotionless. He continued, "Now, when I give you a command, you will treat it as a wish. I don't feel like rattling off the words I wish every time I need you to do something. You will also answer any question I ask you. I know you can't lie to me, but you'll do your best to avoid answering me if you can. Don't doubt that I'll know when you're trying to avoid the question." He gestured, and Laresa turned to see the corpse of an old man, slumped over a table with a knife in his back. Aaron told her, "Get the Finder's Stone out of his pocket, and give it to me." Fear knotted Laresa's stomach. She didn't need an explanation to know what had happened. Her new Master had killed this man, in cold blood, and left him crumpled unceremoniously where he had died. Laresa could sense that the murder had occurred hours ago. Even if the object did not have the same name, she would have recognized the magical power of the Finder's Stone. It was not the same one she remembered, but its powers were duplicated in this item. Willing the stone into her hand, she walked over and handed it to her Master. "Good, now dispose of the body, somewhere where he will never be found by anyone. Clean up the blood too." "Yes, Master," Laresa replied, and sent the body to a cave deep beneath the earth, one with no exit to the surface. It was the closest thing to dignity she could offer the man, while still fulfilling Aaron's wish. A few more wishes followed. He ordered her to make sure his laptop battery never needed charging, and for the computer to function perfectly, forever. He likewise demanded that the device be able to connect to the internet in the present time, no matter where or when they were. Several other common demands followed, delivered in the manner that reminded Laresa of a bored aristocrat ordering about a house servant. He worded every wish with extreme care, so that Laresa could not possibly rebel by twisting his words. Indeed, he seemed to know much about her, and Djinn. As she fulfilled his wishes, she studied him. He had dark shoulder-length hair, and a slim, bony frame. His expression was one of smug self-confidence. His next set of wishes changed him, the typical wishes that so many male Masters had pressed upon her over the years. When she finished granting his wishes, he possessed the lean, muscular body of an athlete, and a cock of considerable length and girth. He admired his new body and generous endowment in a mirror, flexing his muscles and chuckling. He turned back to Laresa and said, "So, do you like my new body? Do you find it arousing, my little Laresa?" The question he asked was about his body, which was undoubtedly attractive. Laresa had little choice but to answer, "Yes, Master." He laughed and said, "But you find me repulsive, of course. That's quite alright. I may decide to sample your wares at some point, but we still have a lot to do, my dear. Quite frankly, I don't trust you, my silver-haired wench, so I believe we'll get you a little help before we move on to any big wishes. I wish for you to bring the Djinn, Nathifa here to serve me." Laresa reached out with her power, finding the genie Aaron sought. When she attempted to bring the bracelet that was the Djinn's home to her, her brow furrowed in confusion when she felt resistance. ------- The rotund man gasped, seeing the flashes of power sparking against the shield surrounding the Chamber of Containment. Someone was attempting to summon an unbound genie, and one of those in the Chamber was the one selected. Placing his hands against the runes on the doorway of the chamber, he poured his will into maintaining the shield. Almost as soon as his hands touched the runes, he knew his efforts were in vain. Whoever was summoning the artifact did not seek just any Djinn, but one specifically. Still, he poured all his heart, all his will, and all his power into maintaining the shield. His duty was to protect the artifacts the Society had located, and he would not fail in that duty, so long as a single breath of life remained in his body. He endured, fulfilling his obligation, until his heart burst from the strain. The shield collapsed, and a bracelet vanished from its silken cushion within the Chamber. ------- Aaron smiled as the bracelet appeared on his wrist, and swirling vapors congealed into his second genie, "Welcome, Nathifa." "Greetings, Master, how may I serve you?" Nathifa responded. She had the same look of surprised confusion on her face as the one Laresa had worn only a short time before. Laresa sighed inwardly as Aaron placed the same restrictions upon Nathifa with which he had shackled her. Laresa guessed that Nathifa was a couple of years younger than she was, at least physically. She was centuries old in reality, but her appearance surely placed her just into the full flower of womanhood. If it were not for Laresa knowing that only adults had been sacrificed to be Djinn, she might have even suspected the woman younger. Laresa couldn't help but notice Nathifa's hair, as unique as her own silvery locks. Nathifa's hair fell freely in flowing waves down her back, nearly to her trim, heart-shaped bottom. The strands were a deep red, so dark that it almost looked black where it was gathered, but the color shone through on the edges, whenever the light struck it right. Laresa thought her beautiful, and even felt a little twinge of jealousy. Nathifa stood about a hand taller than Laresa, with perky breasts just slightly smaller than Laresa's heavy, but still firm, globes. The diaphanous gown she wore, quite similar to Laresa's own, only served to enhance the woman's attributes, barely concealing them. As Nathifa acknowledged the last of Aaron's wishes, Laresa sensed a great wave of apprehension coming from the other genie. Laresa was making no effort to invade Nathifa's mind, but she nevertheless felt the assault of thoughts and emotions pounding into her. The young Djinn had known only two Masters in all her centuries, sleeping within her bracelet since then, sensing the presence of people near her home only rarely. Being summoned was extremely frightening to the young woman; something Laresa remembered all to well from the first few times a Master called her forth from her ring. Aaron's overbearing dominance and obvious knowledge about her was not helping the red-haired genie cope. A strange sound coming from the open laptop startled both women out of their thoughts. Aaron walked over and looked at the screen, laughing when he saw the email. The Society was alerting its members that one of their number had died attempting to prevent an artifact from leaving the Chamber. He realized that he would need to reply, as well as send a reply from Wallace's email. Shortly, it wouldn't matter if the Elders grew suspicious, but for now it would be best if he gave them no reason to suspect what was happening half a world away. As Aaron sat down to type, obviously distracted, Laresa sent her thoughts out to the other Djinn, I have been forbidden to speak aloud as well, but my name is Laresa. I am Nathifa. You are of the Djinn as well? Yes, I am. I sense you are afraid, and have only been summoned twice in all your years, do you know how this is possible? I know nothing. I have slept for time uncountable. Have you known many Masters? Are they all cruel and demanding, like this one — like all Masters I have known? Laresa smiled, one thing not yet forbidden to her, and mentally replied, I have been blessed to know kind Masters, even those who befriended and loved me in my time. Those who have worn my ring are as uncountable as your years of slumber. I am afraid. Nathifa's mental voice trembled. I fear he will use my body for his pleasure. Laresa's heart went out to the inexperienced genie. It was likely that, like Laresa, Nathifa was untouched by man when she had been sacrificed to become one of the Djinn. Laresa's own memories of her first Master were far from pleasant, and many years passed before she discovered what an orgasm was, the close quarters of her youth having left little possibility to explore her body in that way. Laresa gently laid a hand on Nathifa's shoulder as she sent her thoughts again. I wish I could tell you that such will not happen, but I fear it likely. You must simply endure those who take you without regard for your feelings or needs. They can take your body, but only you can give a man your heart. Without that, it is empty lust, and he will tire of it. Just remember that not all Masters are so thoughtless. You are beautiful, and some men are as prone to love as lust. When Laresa's thoughts about her beauty sounded within Nathifa's head, they carried with them something deeper, the stirrings of attraction. Memories washed over Nathifa, and she flinched away, closing her mind tight. Nathifa? Laresa received no answer. She tried again, but again the taller Djinn did not respond. I'm sorry if I upset you. If you wish to speak with me again, you can do so any time you desire. Confused and a bit hurt, Laresa stepped back, wondering why the other genie had reacted in such an odd way to her attempt at friendly comfort. She had been quite out of sorts the first time a Master took her, but she had quickly realized it was but another service that she must perform, and thus recovered from the shocked feeling of violation even before her Master again used her body only a few hours later. Obviously, Nathifa was not having such an easy time recovering. Aaron sent his email, having already composed one on behalf of his deceased mentor. That should prevent them from growing suspicious for a time, and it will be more than long enough. Closing the laptop and standing, he turned to the two women who now served him, and smiled. He knew exactly how to escape the clutches of the Society, regardless of their ability to track his movements. The loss of modern conveniences would be irrelevant with the power of two Djinn to replace them, and the possibilities were endless. "For now, Laresa, you will return to your ring. Nathifa will serve my needs." With his command, Laresa's physical form dissolved, and a moment later, she reclined upon the cushions within her ring. Staring at the wall, as if she could see through it, she wondered how Nathifa was faring alone, and whether the younger Djinn's dire thoughts were even now coming to pass. ------- When the pull to emerge from her ring came again, not long afterward, Laresa was startled to find that she stood in the middle of a large group of people, all lying prostrate, facing in her direction. Actually, they were bowing to Aaron, who stood next to Nathifa wearing his annoying, smug smile. Aaron projected his thoughts to Laresa, As you have more experience, I expect you to warn me of any pitfalls ahead. You will glean through the minds of these people, and ensure that they have no reason to doubt my godhood, or harbor any ill thoughts about me. Yes, Master, Laresa snapped back to him. Her first pass through the minds of the people revealed that she was within a prosperous city of the Inca, during the peak of their power, before invaders from across the sea destroyed their culture. For the moment, there was nothing to report to Aaron, as a magnificent display of magic earlier fully convinced the entire populace that they indeed worshipped a god walking amongst them. Speaking in the native language of the people, Aaron cried out in a magically enhanced voice, "Rise my people! I am pleased with your obedience!" As the people rose, a man in ceremonial dress moved through the crowd, pulling along a beautiful young woman who had a look of resigned fear upon her face. He approached, stopping just at the edge of the circle of people surrounding Aaron, and forced the woman to her knees. "Stormbringer, as High Priest of the people, I offer unto you this blood sacrifice, untouched by man!" He held out a ceremonial blade in his palms, awaiting Aaron's pleasure. Aaron's smile grew even wider, and then he spoke, "Such a waste of a beautiful young flower. I shall take this one to serve my needs, I believe. Her blood sacrifice will come, but not by your blade." Laresa winced as she heard the High Priest's thoughts, and Aaron's command forced her to relay them to her Master. The Priest grows doubtful. All of their sacred writings say that the gods demand blood, and your attempt to equate the woman's deflowering with such has not convinced him. The people, however, feel hopeful. They fear the Priest, because he demands many more sacrifices to the gods than ever known in the past. Aaron grunted quietly in acknowledgement and scanned the crowd. Once again, thoughts from someone forced Laresa to speak mentally to Aaron, That man is the woman's father, and he is angry. Her stomach churned, knowing what was to come, and knowing that it was her words that would cause it. Pointing at the man Laresa had indicated, Aaron thundered, "This man doubts me, and his thoughts betray him! He shall be the sacrifice this day, as an example that simple outward worship is not sufficient!" The man's face blanched as the High Priest smiled and quickly crossed the courtyard toward him. Aaron gestured to the woman who had been offered as the original sacrifice, and she approached humbly, kneeling at his feet. Once again, the High Priest awaited Aaron's pleasure, and this time he was given leave. The three women around Aaron averted their eyes as the deed was done. A sickening crunch and a gurgle announced the man's death. Laresa felt a stir of disgust from Nathifa, and looked up to see the other Djinn use her power to make the still twitching corpse vanish from the stones. Aaron called out to the assembled people, "Know I am pleased with this sacrifice, and this gift! Prepare tribute and a great celebration to honor my coming, for I shall choose the remainder of my brides this evening!" The people quickly moved to obey Aaron's commands, and he looked down at the native woman kneeling at his feet, "Are you pleased to give yourself to your god, my flower?" "Yes, My Lord," the woman replied, and Laresa felt genuine adoration coming from the woman. Despite the death of her father, or perhaps because of it, she truly believed that a god walked amongst them, and had chosen her as his first bride. "Then we shall retire to my temple, and there you will show me your devotion. Rise." They reached the apex of the pyramid temple, the invisible genies following Aaron and his bride, who were flanked by the Chieftain of the city and the High Priest. The two most powerful men in the city bowed, gesturing for Aaron to enter his sacred temple. "You may go. Prepare the celebration of my coming, and prepare the finest flowers of the city for the choosing." "Yes, My Lord," both men answered in unison, moving quickly back down the steps to obey his commands. As Aaron stepped inside, he made a clucking sound with his tongue and said, "This will never do." Nathifa started when Aaron's voice emerged in her head, Create a heated bathing pool in the center of the temple floor. He followed this command with detailed instructions about the dimensions of the pool and other comforts he wished to have. Nathifa brought her power to bear and granted each of his wishes in turn. The young woman at Aaron's side gasped when the steaming pool appeared, and she could not help but let her eyes dart toward each new object as it materialized within the room. Laresa, having no access to Aaron's mind, could only watch as furniture and other comforts sprang into being. Although she was glad to be ignored by her new, arrogant Master, those thoughts were tempered by pity for the less experienced Djinn. Though Nathifa's thoughts no longer leapt out at her, the red-haired genie's body language betrayed her discomfort. Grunting in approval when Nathifa created the final piece of furniture, Aaron walked over and placed his laptop on the desk before turning to his chosen bride. "Reveal yourself unto your god." Awed by the display of power, the young woman had slipped into a state of religious ecstasy. She immediately obeyed, baring her body to Aaron, adoration and arousal obvious in both her manner and expression. Aaron reclined upon a cushioned dais as the woman disrobed, his eyes drinking in every inch of her sun-browned skin as she revealed it to him. Lithe of form, with high-riding breasts perfectly suited to her figure, she was undoubtedly a stunning example of womanhood. Laresa felt a stirring of desire within her as the woman undressed. She was distracted from her admiration by the sight of Nathifa averting her eyes. Looking closer at the other Djinn, Laresa could see that Nathifa was trembling slightly. It was obvious to Laresa that her fellow slave was in a great deal of discomfort — discomfort Laresa was feeling as well. After so many years, serving so many Masters, Laresa had overcome those emotions long ago. Now, they were returning. Memories of her dreams invaded reality, causing her heart to ache for freedom, and for humanity. "Now, you shall meet my slaves, my bride. Laresa, Nathifa, I command you to be visible within these walls." When the genies obeyed Aaron's command, he asked the nude woman, "What is your name, my flower?" "Cusi, My Lord." "My slaves will bathe you, Cusi. Go to the bathing pool." Waving his hand as he shifted into a more comfortable position, Aaron commanded, "Laresa, Nathifa, you will undress and bathe her well." Laresa obeyed, noticing that Nathifa did so with great self-consciousness. The red-haired genie did her best to hide her body from every eye in the room, an impossible task. Glancing at Laresa's mound, Aaron let out an aroused chuckle. Laresa's white-blonde curls were carefully manicured, framing her sex, while both Cusi and Nathifa had natural carpets of dark hair between their legs. "I find that very becoming, Laresa. Nathifa, you will prune yours and Cusi's, as well as that of any other woman I take as my bride in the same manner." When Nathifa obeyed, Aaron asked his bride, "Does this please you?" "If it pleases you, My Lord, it is pleasing to me," Cusi answered, running her fingers over her nether lips in curiosity. "Good answer," he muttered quietly in response. "Now, bathe her." Watching the two nude genies bathe his bride, Aaron quietly sang in his own language, so Cusi would not understand, "It's great to be a god — tread where mortals have not trod — be deified, when really, you're a sham." Laresa gritted her teeth, understanding the words and bristling at the flippant attitude of her Master. Cusi stared at him, still deep within her devotion and reveling in Aaron's obvious amusement and arousal from the scene before him. Nathifa's trembling had grown even more pronounced, and Laresa tried again to contact the other genie. What is wrong? Once again, Laresa received no response, and noticed that Nathifa kept her eyes on Aaron, or rather on his feet. Sighing inwardly, Laresa decided that obviously Nathifa wanted no help from her, and concentrated on her task. When they finished, Aaron gestured for all the women to approach. "You will await my pleasure," he commanded the two genies, gesturing to the spots near the cushioned dais where he wanted them to stand. When they took their places, Aaron ran his fingers over Cusi's bare skin, causing her to shudder and gasp. The woman's nipples stood out in turgid points, and already the scent of her arousal was washing over him. "Undress your god, and kneel before me." Cusi obeyed without hesitation, running her fingers over his skin in a combination of arousal and devotion as she removed his clothing. When he stood nude before her, she knelt and looked up into his eyes. "Show me your devotion with your mouth, my bride." It took only moments for Aaron to realize that the woman had no idea what she was supposed to be doing, although she certainly experimented as best she knew. Casting out his thoughts to Laresa, he commanded, I'm sure you have a great deal of experience with sex, considering how many have owned you. He punctuated the statement with a mental chuckle as Laresa frowned, and then continued, You will provide to her all your knowledge of how to pleasure a man, and make sure that she doesn't gag or get too sore to continue, for as long as I desire. As soon as Laresa acknowledged granting his wish in curt tones, Aaron felt the evidence of it. Cusi's mouth engulfed him, and he put his hands on the back of her head as it bobbed over his thick shaft. Groaning in pleasure, he turned to Laresa for a moment and thought to her, It seems you certainly do know what you're doing. I may just have to try it first hand. How would you like that? I would be just as pleased as I am now with your appreciation of what I have given to her, Laresa responded sarcastically. Aaron let out a mirthless laugh and then sent his thoughts back to the Djinn, I would wish for you to speak to me respectfully, but honestly I like listening to you impotently fume. With that, he returned to watching the expert mouth caressing his cock, enjoying Cusi looking up into his eyes devotedly as she sucked him quickly toward climax. Her lips slid over him only a few more times, his cock slipping into her throat with each stroke of her mouth, before Aaron felt the inevitable itch. Fisting his hands in her dark hair and pulling her tight against him, Aaron growled, "Now you shall have your reward." He blasted out a groaning scream as thick spurts of cream erupted into her throat. A muffled sound of surprised delight emerged from Cusi as he pulsed in her mouth. She marveled at the taste of him, and of the heat spreading through her as she swallowed his offering gleefully. When he at last ceased to dribble, she let him slip from her mouth with a final kiss on the tip of his softening organ. Aaron collapsed back on the cushioned dais with a sigh of satisfaction, muttering, "Your god is pleased, Cusi." "I would please you more, My Lord." "Indeed you will." A glance at Laresa sparked an amusing thought. "Laresa, you will pleasure my bride while I recover. Ensure that I am able to see every flicker of your tongue." "Yes, Master," Laresa replied evenly, now that she knew the thinly veiled-venom in her words only amused him. The thought of tasting the beautiful, dark-skinned woman was hardly unpleasant, and she could not have resisted the command even if it were otherwise. She guided Cusi to lie down and immediately slipped out her tongue to tantalize the young woman's labia. Cusi looked a little apprehensive at first, but the look of arousal on Aaron's face and Laresa's talented tongue quickly overcame that. Nathifa kept her eyes firmly focused on a decorative carving across the room, doing her best to ignore the sounds of what was going on below her. She fought hard to drown herself in the details of the carving, to keep away the memories stirred up by the two women on the dais. Cusi's scream of ecstasy upon exploding into orgasm shattered Nathifa's concentration some time later. The sounds of the woman panting loudly echoed in Nathifa's head, forcing her to close her eyes and fight them down. A body pressed up against her, and Nathifa let out a gasp of surprise as Aaron's erection poked into her. You had a rather bad experience with a woman doing such to you, did you not? Yes, Master, Nathifa responded, her lip quivering, and her skin crawling from the touch of his naked flesh against her. You could replace Laresa the next time, if you do not obey me perfectly and without fail. I will obey, I will serve you well, Master, Nathifa quickly responded, the thought too much to bear. I trust you will. Now, my bride awaits my holy seed. ------- Chapter 2 The celebration lasted well into the night that evening, a great revelry to welcome the god walking amongst them. Twenty women, the most beautiful in the entire city, were Aaron's choice to be his harem of brides. Cusi remained his favorite, as the most deeply devoted to him and eager to please him sexually, but another named Runtu also gained his favor for organizing the harem. Aaron dozed on his dais, surrounded by six of his nude brides. He had picked a new one each day, based upon how well she danced for him in the morning. Although the final of the twenty danced poorly, Aaron was quite pleased with her other abilities. She lay closest to him now, sleeping with their mingled juices still dribbling from her red-tinged labia. In the relative silence, Laresa had little to do but think. She had convinced Aaron to allow his two genie servants to speak with the other women when she informed him that they became uneasy around the two silent Djinn. Laresa had hoped that perhaps it might draw out Nathifa, but that hope proved fruitless. Nathifa rested in her bracelet now, Laresa being the stronger of the two and able to remain outside her home for longer. Aaron demanded that one of them be on hand at all times, even when he was sleeping. Disgusted with her Master and the degrading things he made his brides do, as well as the mindless devotion with which the women performed those tasks, Laresa was miserable. The people were steadily falling into his dominion, as anyone who harbored thoughts against him was the next one given to the bloodthirsty High Priest. Aaron paraded through the city, basking in the adoration of his subjects, ordering his genie servants to perform magic to awe the people. Even though some of the magic was benevolent, such as healing the sick, Laresa knew the kindness was hollow, because it was for the sole purpose of enhancing Aaron's reputation. As if her dreams and uncertainty about her lot in life were not enough, someone so heartless and unsavory enslaving her was adding fuel to the fire of distress in Laresa's soul. She felt even more like a thing than even the women of the harem Aaron used at will. He barely acknowledged Laresa, preferring to have the tractable Nathifa perform any magic he desired. Laresa frequently stood for hours on end, alone with her own thoughts, the harem taking their cue from their god and rarely speaking to the silvery-haired genie. Memories of Masters who had given her free will, friendship, and affection flitted through her mind next to Masters like Aaron who used her. Every day, Laresa grew more bitter about her servitude as a Djinn, something she thought that she had conquered long ago. Laresa stood with her violet eyes closed, trying to fight down the troublesome emotions and regain a point of balance, one she had managed to maintain for so long, regardless of the nature of those who wore her ring. Runtu approached from where she had just ordered the remaining brides to put away their tools and take their rest. It amused Aaron to have the women make fine clothing for him in the local style, and thus those women who were not sharing his bed did this, amongst other traditional chores. Runtu cocked an eyebrow at Laresa and observed, "You seem troubled." "It is nothing," Laresa said absently, still lost in her thoughts. "I think not," Runtu disagreed. "Your spirit is troubled. I see dark humors all about you." Reaching up and unclasping a pendant from around her neck, she handed it to Laresa, "Take this. You cannot properly serve our Lord while you are surrounded by darkness. This is blessed of the gods, and will aid you." Laresa was surprised to find magic in the item. She looked curiously at Runtu, and received a knowing smile in return. "My goddess is not displeased with me for serving the god who walks among us; else her gifts would lose their power. Please, wear it so that your spirit may be mended and you may serve our Lord without the dark humors." Sensing that she was going to have no end of argument if she did not agree, Laresa simply clasped the pendant about her neck, and almost immediately, her eyes widened. She felt a wave of calm wash over her, not stealing away her troubled thoughts, but dulling them to such an extent that they did not consume her. "Thank you." Laresa did not know what else to say. With her mind calm and clear, she felt that perhaps she might be able to sort out her thoughts and feelings. Runtu nodded, and then went to her own cushions to bed down for the night. Soon Laresa was the only one awake in the temple, sorting through her thoughts and trying to ignore the sounds of Aaron's loud snores. ------- Aaron stirred, his brides already awake and bathed, as he ordered them to be each day. Laresa startled out of her thoughts, panic gripping her when she thought that Aaron might demand the pendant that was allowing her to order her thoughts. She quickly hid the magical jewelry in a remote niche of the temple, where none would likely discover it. Her feelings of unease returned, but Laresa decided it was worth it not to potentially lose the calming effects of the charm permanently. Aaron summoned Nathifa as soon as he shook the sleep from his eyes, and almost immediately dismissed Laresa to her ring. He chose four brides to attend him, who quickly undressed him and removed their own garments. They accompanied him to the bath and luxuriously washed him, moving with him to the shallow water of the steps leading in to the steaming pool thereafter, for the second half of the morning ritual. Slippery skin and tongues roamed all over Aaron's body, as he laid sighing and groaning in contentment. Never given the honor of striking out on his own by the Society, he reveled in the power he held here, in this time and place. Here, he was no apprentice — he was a god. Nathifa caught his eye, striking in her native dress that Aaron had ordered to be nearly translucent. He knew it made her uncomfortable, and that made her tractable. Unlike Laresa, she showed absolutely no signs of even contemplating rebellion against him. Today, the dark-haired genie did not appear to be as uneasy as before. Looks like she's getting a bit too accustomed to the things that normally bother her. I suppose I'll have to do something about that. Nathifa was deep in thought, attempting to gain some sort of control over her emotions. Laresa had attempted to offer friendship and comfort to the obviously distressed genie every time they were together, and despite Nathifa's attempts to remain distant, those overtures were having an impact. Laresa's initial comment about her beauty, and the arousal present with those words, had caused Nathifa to shut down at first, but the genuine attempts to befriend her slowly ate away at the fear and revulsion. The red-haired genie's first Master had been a woman, and a cruel one. Nathifa had served her for decades, enduring all manner of torments from whips, candle wax, blades... Each session of torture ended with hours of lapping the woman to uncountable orgasms. Despite the pain and cruelty, Nathifa found that each time her tongue touched her Mistress, she felt arousal, and she ached to be touched as well. That need was always denied. For decades, Nathifa endured unsatisfied, before someone finally stole her bracelet. She knew her second Master for only a short time, and then came the centuries of sleep. "Nathifa, attend me." Aaron's command broke her reverie, causing her breath to catch in her chest. She turned to him, finding him surrounded by the dark, wet forms of his brides kissing and caressing his body. Nathifa acknowledged the command and approached, removing her clothing when he ordered her to do so at the edge of the bathing pool. Aaron pushed his brides aside, but not too far, staring lustfully at the genie. He had considered this many times before, but now seemed the appropriate time, as a reminder of her place. His cock throbbed in anticipation, already swollen by the touches of his brides. He gestured impatiently, ordering Nathifa to enter the water and kneel before him. Nathifa did as commanded, trembling under the hungry stares of her Master, and his four brides. The women were all apprehensive at first, but desire for other women was well awake within them all now that Aaron had ordered them to engage each other frequently, and his wish to lessen their inhibitions. Aaron ran his fingers through her hair, watching the red emerge in the light as he let the strands fall from his fingers again and again. He smiled then, the expression full of lecherous desire, and gripped her hair, pulling her down to his manhood. She choked slightly as he pulled her down over his cock, the girth stretching her lips uncomfortably and the tip hitting the back of her throat. Aaron chuckled and pulled on her hair, silently instructing her to slide her lips back over his flesh before shoving her back down hard again. Over and over again, she gagged as he invaded her throat, and she fought to keep her cheeks hollowed as he ordered her. Despite the rough treatment, Nathifa felt betrayed by her own body when she felt wetness gathering between her legs that had nothing to do with the water in which she knelt. With a gasping scream, Aaron pulled her down harder than before, nestling her nose in the kinky hairs at the root of his shaft and spewing his bitter seed down her throat. She coughed and gagged, desperately fighting the urge of her stomach to rebel, forced to use her powers to prevent it from happening. She swallowed, the thick cream coating her throat as it slid into her belly. She coughed again as he pulled her mouth off his shaft, wincing from his languid chuckle as she did so. "Restore my stamina, immediately," he ordered her. Nathifa reached out with her power, and his slowly softening member reversed its course, swelling back to full erection within moments. He pushed the genie back and rose to his feet. He then turned to the remainder of his brides who were hard at work making a sacred beer, called chicha, in a remote corner of the temple set aside for the activity, and magicked by his Djinn to dissipate the smells associated with the brewing. "Come, my brides, attend me, in all your unclad glory." The women approached, quickly shedding their garments, and either slipping into the pool or lounging around it. Aaron smiled and said, "Now pleasure each other for my amusement." With laughs and giggles, the women obeyed, their bodies intertwining, and sounds of pleasure rapidly filling the air. The sounds assaulted the trembling Nathifa, who stood with the water lapping against her labia, which tingled against her will. Aaron moved in behind Nathifa, a little growl of anticipation escaping him, and pushed her forward to where he had lain while she satisfied him orally only moments before. He then forced her down to her hands and knees, her face only inches away from one of his brides enthusiastically lapping the moist folds of another, and the wet skin of others brushing up against her body within the pool. Soft female flesh filled her vision everywhere, and the sounds of their pleasure echoed in her head. He grasped her hips with his left hand, guiding his cock to rest against her nether lips, gripped her other hip, and thrust. Nathifa let out a loud gasp of surprise as his thick cock invaded her depths, far larger than her one other male Master. Aaron grunted in satisfaction, finding he slipped easily into her wet canal. He had half expected her to be dry, and he was pleasantly surprised to find abundant wetness coated his rapidly thrusting cock. He dug his fingers into her hips, adding additional speed and power, delighting in the feeling of her walls wrapping around him, just as tight as the grip of his virgin brides. At first, twinges of pain pierced Nathifa, as his cock stretched her lips wide, and the tip bumped up against her cervix with every powerful thrust. Steadily, she noticed little tingles of pleasure spreading through her body. Those sensations arose from her nipples, where they scraped against the stone as they swung from the rocking of her body, and from her depths, where a delightful itch was also building inside her. Aaron grunted and smiled, noticing his reluctant genie was pushing her hips back at him ever so slightly with his every thrust, and the continuing flow of creamy juices sheathing his cock every time he pulled free of her clinging depths. Small sounds of pleasure also started to emerge from her, merging with the louder sounds of his brides nearing, or achieving orgasm. As her pleasure mounted, Nathifa completely forgot about all the women around her, and about the pains of her past. She knew only the building bliss within her, growing ever nearer to a release she had given others, but never experienced for herself. Aaron let out a loud scream, slamming his cock home into Nathifa, his seed erupting inside her. Nathifa let out a moan of surprised pleasure, never having felt a man reach his peak inside her when she was so close. Always before, it had caused her to feel unclean, but now it only seemed to increase her pleasure. A second moan escaped her only a moment later, however, when he remained buried inside her, the only stimulation she received the slow pulsing of his manhood. She was so close, and tears welled up in her eyes when she realized that he was going to let her fires cool, that he was not going to give her that blessed release. Aaron leaned down over her, panting for breath, and whispered into her ear, "This was but a reminder of your place. Serve me well and without hesitation, Nathifa." "Please, Master," she sobbed under her breath. He chuckled and pulled free of her with a gasp, drawing a quavering moan of disappointment from Nathifa as the action momentarily stoked her fires again. "One of my brides could finish the job for you," Aaron suggested. The sounds of the women reaching orgasm all around her, and the scent of aroused female flesh assaulted Nathifa again upon hearing those words, and she shook her head violently in denial of his suggestion. Aaron simply laughed, kneeling down to wash their mingled wetness from his quickly shrinking member, and then ordered his brides to rise and dress him. Nathifa was left on her hands and knees, her sex throbbing achingly as her fires cooled. She hung her head, and then collapsed down into the water, sobbing quietly into her folded arms on the edge of the pool. ------- Laresa emerged from her ring standing next to Aaron and Nathifa, overlooking a village. Glancing at Aaron, she saw his features twisted in anger. "These people refuse to accept my godhood, and offer their wives and daughters to me. You will open their minds to me, Laresa, and make me invulnerable to harm from their weapons and any other attack they can muster, from this day forth. We will teach them the folly of questioning their god." Her Master's words and tone startled Laresa slightly. She wondered if perhaps the man did not truly believe he was a god. "Yes, Master," she acknowledged as she brought her power to bear. "Master, I must rest," Nathifa said weakly, and indeed the Djinn looked wan. "Go," he said absently, waving his hand, and Nathifa vanished into her bracelet. "Come," Aaron growled at Laresa, and then approached the village. Men with spears leveled them in Aaron's direction as he approached, calling for him to stop. Aaron snarled and thought to Laresa, You will give me the power to hurl lightning at will, with no harm to myself, from this day forth. Laresa tasted bile as she granted the wish, and then again, as Aaron leveled his hand at the two men and called forth the power she had just granted him. A moment later, Aaron stepped over the two charred and twitching men, walking toward the center of the village where the people stood in dumbfounded silence. Augment my voice, Aaron commanded her mentally. When Laresa informed him it was done, he shouted to the cowering villagers, "Bow down before your god, and prepare to be judged for doubting my divinity!" He emphasized the statement by flailing lightning about him, setting fires and filling the air with the crackle of electricity. The people fell to their bellies, prostrating themselves in fear before the terrible figure of Aaron staring at them all with burning eyes and angry blue arcs of electricity dancing about his hands. "All untouched females will now come to me, that I may choose those who will join with me as my brides." The women arose fearfully, but one man restrained a beautiful young woman at his side. His thoughts were clear to Aaron, and Laresa's Master growled in anger. Aaron pointed at the man and shouted, "You seek to hide your daughter from me? You who defied my commandments and ordered your women to remain here?" The man arose defiantly, keeping his daughter from arising, "The gods frown upon your commandments, else they would have sent a sign of their displeasure." "The gods walk amongst you, and I am displeased." Aaron shouted, and then lashed out with his electrical onslaught, sending the headman of the village sprawling back. "Hold him to the ground, your god commands you! The untouched females will gather here." Men scrambled to take their headman's arms and legs, pinning him to the ground, before they too fell victim to Aaron's lightning. The women who were yet virgins moved quickly to the position he had indicated, as Aaron moved to stand above the man's weeping daughter, ordering her to rise. She did so, sobs shaking her beautiful body, and he pushed her over to where her father lay slowly recovering from his shock. Aaron tore the woman's clothing from her body, smiling lustfully at her bare body, and then jerked her into a position where she stood straddling her father's head. Get her wet, Aaron mentally ordered Laresa. He growled a moment later when a layer of dripping water coated the woman's body. Cursing himself for giving the genie an opening to twist his wish, he instructed Laresa, Get her juices flowing so I can get my cock in her, bitch. You will pay for defying me. Do not doubt that. Laresa's lips twitched slightly toward a smile as she granted the wish. As far as she was concerned, defying Aaron was well worth any torment he might decide to visit on her, even in something as small as this. Her amusement lasted only a moment, as she knew what was to come. Aaron pushed the young woman's head down and violently shoved his large cock through her maidenhead. The woman screamed in pain as Aaron held her hair tightly fisted in his hand, pounding his cock into her relentlessly. Her pain is your doing, Laresa. She will pay for your defiance, as well as her father's. Laresa gasped upon hearing Aaron's thoughts. She knew it likely to be only a half-truth, as he probably would have done exactly the same even if she had not defied him. His goal was accomplished, however, because she felt regret flood her, knowing that in a way she was responsible for the woman's screams of pain. It was through her power that he was able to be here, to take whatever he desired from these people. As his power grew, so did Aaron's cruelty. This was but the strongest example yet, and boded ill for what Laresa would see in days to come. The headman struggled, but could not break the grip of his own neighbors who held him down. He had no choice but to watch as his daughter was taken, the blood of her maidenhead's sundering and her lubrication dripping into his face, even as choked screams emerged from her throat. Aaron filled her with his seed a few moments later, and then jerked free of her, a ruddy-tinged stream dripping from her to splatter on her father's face. He turned the sobbing woman toward him and asked, "Are you not pleased to serve your god's needs?" Thoughts of saving her father flitted through the woman's mind, and she stifled her sobs, ignoring the pain shooting through her. She assumed an expression of servile admiration, replying, "Of course, My Lord." The woman cringed when Aaron said, "You lie." He turned then to Laresa and said, "You will cause them to forget all that they have seen here, save that I came amongst them with power, and that I am truly their god made flesh. All except him." Aaron pointed at the headman to indicate of whom he was speaking. Sickened and hating this man, hating her powers that served him, Laresa granted his wish. The terror on the faces of the people changed to fearful admiration instantly. The women assumed the same expressions his harem in the temple wore, reverent worship and anticipation of having their god impregnate them with his divine seed. Aaron selected five from the gathered women, including the headman's daughter. He then turned to the still prostrate people and called out, "This man doubts my divinity, and sought to defy my will. I give you leave to atone for your sins by cleansing this world of the source of that sin." Laresa averted her eyes as the villagers brutally butchered their headman with whatever weapons they could lay their hands on, while Aaron stood smiling. "Know I am pleased with your penance. Choose another to lead you, one who will show proper reverence to his god." To Laresa he thought, His blood is on your hands, Djinn. Laresa's will quivered, already weakened by her doubts. At this moment, she wished for the earth to swallow up her ring, destroying her, so that these people would suffer no more from her power serving a demon such as Aaron. Seeing her shoulders slump and her eyes close, Aaron laughed. She barely heard his command to transport them back to the city through the sound of her own heart beating in her ears. ------- Laresa once again wore the pendant, relieved by the calming effect it had on her. Aaron slept with his five new brides, though he had not taken one of the women this night. He was too addled by the Inca beer for his manhood to rise. Now that her mind was ordered, thanks to the pendant, Laresa lamented a few occasions where her Master had given her opportunities to twist his words while in a drunken state. He was making mistakes, growing over confident as he gained power over the people of this land. Laresa decided she would wait, and take advantage of him only when she saw an opportunity that could lead to her freedom from him. Unfortunately, as long as he still possessed Nathifa, he could bring her back to his side at any time if he chose. She prayed he would choose another if that happened. She sighed, thinking that there was little hope she could likewise help Nathifa, even if she escaped servitude to Aaron. Despite the emotional distress Laresa felt, she could tell that Nathifa was in worse shape. She wished the other genie would talk to her, let her offer her experience and perhaps aid her sister Djinn in coping with her problems. She knew now that she could never return to her old way of thinking. The tastes of humanity recent Masters had offered her were impossible to ignore. She might find joy with a pleasant Master, but always now, there would be the ache in her heart to be free. A Master like Aaron certainly caused her to wish she were free of the bonds tying her to her ring. Laresa closed her eyes, thinking of the good times during her servitude, of the Masters who had offered her friendship, love, or even simple pleasure. She smiled as she remembered, the thoughts helping her pass the time until the dawn, the emotions in her memories even stronger now than ever before. ------- The temple was quiet save for the sounds of Aaron's bear-like snoring. Laresa praised the chicha, for which Aaron had developed a great fondness, because it seemed to dull his cruel edge. When he was drunk, her Master behaved foolishly, but rarely found dark amusements as he did when sober. Three of his new brides maintained their virginity, despite over a week of being in the temple. Laresa herself enjoyed no such luck. Aaron had chosen to take her the day after acquiring his new brides, a wish from him forcing her to reach climax on his thrusting cock. She had screamed her pleasure, which was indeed intense after so long without release, but only her body had responded to his wish. He could not force her to enjoy it, and the moment her throes of passion ended, Laresa felt as hollow and needy as before her orgasm. Nathifa stood nearby, her eyes closed and her body trembling. Laresa frowned sadly, and once again made what she guessed would be a futile overture to the other Djinn. I might perhaps be able to offer you comfort, or at least knowledge gained in my experiences, if you would but let me. What is it like to know pleasure from sex? Laresa was actually startled to receive an answer. To truly reach your peak is a feeling beyond compare, second only to love — and far better when the two are combined. You have never felt the heights of pleasure? No, I have felt the beginnings, but have always been left aching and unsatisfied. Do I do something improperly, that my Masters will not give me pleasure as he did you today? I took no pleasure from his violation of me. Only a command forced me to reach my peak, and it was only hollow, physical pleasure, quickly vanishing. Laresa walked over to Nathifa, stopping when the other genie shied away slightly. Is this what troubles you? All things trouble me. I long for the endless sleep again. I have known only cruelty since my awakening as a Djinn after the burning. How have you endured? Nathifa's mental voice carried the tones of a sob, and obvious evidence of great turmoil within her soul. Laresa thought of the pendant, and immediately removed it from her own neck, Please, put this on. I believe it will aid you in coping with all you endure. Nathifa made no move to take the pendant, staring at it with obvious distrust. Please, it will not harm you. I can no more lie to you than anyone else; you know we are bound by that rule, one and all. Tentatively, Nathifa reached out and took the pendant. When Laresa urged her with hand signals, the dark-haired genie closed the clasp around her neck. Her eyes opened wide as she felt the calm washing over her. Laresa laid a hand on Nathifa's shoulder and said, You feel the power of the item. It helps to calm you, so that you can order your thoughts. Nathifa winced away from Laresa's touch, but only slightly. For some reason, perhaps because of the pendant, she did not feel as fearful of the other genie's motivations now. Laresa winced when Nathifa shied away. I am sorry, I simply mean to offer comfort, and I have found the touch of one who is concerned about me to be soothing. I will not do so again. No, I am sorry. A mental sigh came through the connection from Nathifa before she continued, I felt your desire for me when you spoke of my beauty, and it frightens me. I would never touch you so against your will, though I do admit I find you beautiful and arousing. I know such was forbidden among our people, and considered unclean, but I have found that another woman often can know your heart and your body far better than a man. Those thoughts I have cause me to feel unclean, as you say. How can they be anything else? As during their initial meeting, Nathifa's thoughts and feeling slammed into Laresa. Now Laresa had glimpses of the Mistress who so distressed the other genie. One of your two Masters was a woman, and she treated you poorly, I can feel it. Nathifa nodded, I served her for decades, ordered to put my mouth on her after she caused me pain every day. How could my body respond to such, and continue to do so whenever I see another woman's body? There is nothing unnatural about it, Nathifa. Once again, Laresa laid a hand on the other genie's shoulder and urged her to sit on some nearby cushions. This time Nathifa accepted the touch, and sat down. Laresa sat down in front of her, taking the other Djinn's hands in her own. You have never known the pleasure that comes from coupling, with man or woman. It is only natural that you desire to know what you have been forced to give to others. How can I desire it even from one who abuses me, like our Master? How can I ache so, the needs of my body driving me mad? Why can I think of nothing else? The Master threatens me with the pleasure I so desire, and I cower in fear. Why? Tears welled up in the beautiful Djinn's emerald eyes, and her lip quivered. Laresa's violet eyes misted as well, the emotional energy flowing from Nathifa continuing to assault her. Even the power of the pendant was not enough to calm those powerful feelings. Laresa squeezed Nathifa's hands, and then impulsively moved to embrace her sister in servitude. Nathifa stiffened, but now Laresa's feelings touched her as well. Nathifa felt concern flowing from the silver-haired Djinn, a genuine desire to befriend and comfort her. A wall within her broke, and she wrapped her arms around Laresa, sobbing softly. For long minutes, they remained in the embrace, Nathifa's sobs slowly fading away. Nathifa marveled that she could feel such warmth, such caring from another. It reminded her of when her mother had held her in the night, when the night terrors visited her as a child. Just as then, she felt safe and loved in Laresa's arms. Slowly, something else crept into the warmth, the feeling of Laresa's firm breasts resting against her own. Strangely, it only added to the warmth, and did not repel her; as such a thing would have before. Fear and aversion still clawed at her, but those emotions felt weak and impotent against the wall of warmth within her, nurtured by Laresa's compassion. For the first time, the thought of knowing pleasure with another, one who would share with her, rather than taking what they wanted, flitted through Nathifa's mind. Laresa could feel those stirrings of arousal, and every other emotion flowing through Nathifa. It was as if their embrace joined their minds and spirits. A spark of arousal flickered to life within Laresa as well, one she had to fight with all her might to keep from flaring into a bonfire of desire. After a final squeeze, she leaned back from the embrace, once again taking Nathifa's hands in her own. Nathifa's breathing quickened. The silken gowns both Djinn wore left little to the imagination. The rosy tips of Laresa's breasts were plainly visible, and pressing stiffly against the translucent material with desire. Nathifa could also see the hazy silhouette of Laresa's sex through the folds of the gown, where it was gathered about the Djinn's hips as she sat. Laresa's smile was warm and comforting, her full lips calling out to Nathifa like the siren's song. Laresa shivered slightly as she saw, and felt, the building desire within Nathifa. The other genie's fingers moved in just the slightest involuntary caress against Laresa's palms. The spark of arousal within Laresa surged through her controls, causing her own breathing to quicken. Nathifa let out a small gasp as she saw that flame reflected in Laresa's eyes. Her body tingled, her own nipples now tenting the material of her gown as well. The familiar ache arose from her loins, but far different from ever before. It was not the painful throb she knew so well, but instead a gentle pulse. Laresa's let her fingers stroke gently over the back of Nathifa's hand, sending her thoughts to the other genie again, Aaron uses your needs against you, to force you to obey him without question. That need consumes you, coloring your every waking moment, and likely creeping into your dreams. Laresa paused, lowering their arms until they lay on Nathifa's crossed legs. She let her thumbs stroke over the soft skin of Nathifa's legs, drawing a slight shudder from both of them. Her own desire steadily growing, Laresa's mental voice was a soft whisper, I can take away that power your needs have over you. You need but to ask, and I will give to you what you have been forced to give to others. You need but to ask, and I will never speak of this again, though I hope you will still accept my friendship. Nathifa's lips parted slightly in a silent gasp as a chill shot through her body, raising gooseflesh. Laresa's words echoed through her, weakening a wall that had endured through centuries. Then she did gasp, as that wall collapsed, releasing the swell of heat it contained to flood her every pore. She thought a single word to Laresa, all she dared to utter for fear of the wall springing back as strong as ever. Please. Laresa leaned forward with a quiver of anticipation, slipping the fingers of one hand into Nathifa's hair, and letting her other hand slide upwards to rest on the material covering the Djinn's thigh. Their eyes met for a moment, and then Nathifa's closed, her lips parting slightly. Both women shivered as their lips met. The kiss was long and gentle, and a quiet moan passed Nathifa's still parted lips when Laresa pulled back slightly. After a few panting breaths, Nathifa sighed and leaned forward to find Laresa's lips again, her kiss this time ardent and full of need. Laresa moaned into the kiss, releasing the careful constraints on her flame of desire, allowing it to burn brilliantly within her. Laresa's fingers moved to the hem of Nathifa's gown, pulling at it as they kissed. Nathifa rose up slightly onto her knees, allowing Laresa to pull the silky material upward over her hips. She reluctantly pulled back from the taste of Laresa's sweet lips, raising her arms to allow the gown to be pulled from her body. Nathifa's back arched and she let out a quavering sigh as Laresa's hands slid down her arms, and then down her bare sides, to her hips. She had her fingers under the hem of Laresa's gown before she realized they were moving. Moments later, their warm, nude bodies pressed together in an embrace as they kissed again. Laresa traced kisses all over Nathifa's body, delighting in the shivers and moans that the touches drew from the woman. Nathifa's hands roamed over her, sending tingles of energy shooting through Laresa as well. Nathifa was lost in a fog of pleasure. She had never been touched with anything resembling love since her awakening as Djinn, and never in any way like this. Her whole body filled with warmth, and at the same time chills shot through her. Laresa's skin was so soft, so warm beneath her fingers. Nathifa's nipples were almost painfully stiff as they brushed up against Laresa's breasts, and the hot ache between the dark-haired Djinn's legs was growing every moment, consuming her. Laresa would have been content to simply touch and kiss Nathifa for hours, showing the younger woman what it was to be truly loved by another, but the dark-haired Djinn's need became more obvious and intense by the moment. The scent of their arousal hung thick about them, the musky perfume stoking Laresa's fires of passion to a bonfire of need as well. With a gasp, she pulled away from Nathifa's lips and closed her own over the genie's pebbled right nipple. As Laresa suckled Nathifa's nipple, gently caressing the globe of her other breast with a knowing touch, a quiet, squealing gasp burst from her. Nathifa was amazed by how much she enjoyed Laresa's white-blonde locks tickling her skin, as the more experienced genie's moist lips tantalized her. The younger Djinn's breath came in quick, impassioned gasps, as her hands reached out to stroke Laresa's silvery hair. The burning need between Nathifa's slightly parted thighs reached unbearable intensity, and she slid a hand down to touch her sex, trying to assuage the demands her body was making of her. Laresa released Nathifa's nipple with a final kiss, and then guided the other woman to lay back. Nathifa's eyes were wide, and her breathing quick, as Laresa moved between her legs, parting them with gentle pressure and shivering as she drank in the sweet scent of Nathifa's need. The first touch of Laresa's tongue brought a warbling moan to Nathifa's lips, and arched her back up from the cushions. She remained so, her body taunt and trembling, as Laresa's knowing mouth brought her true pleasure for the first time. Laresa again desired to build the young genie slowly toward her first orgasm, but the powerful need she sensed from Nathifa overcame that intention. When Nathifa's back came to rest on the cushions again, her hands went to Laresa's head, pressing down even as her hips rose up. Laresa responded by turning more of her attention to the swollen bud at the apex of Nathifa's nether lips, drawing more moans of ecstasy from the beautiful Djinn. A building pressure and a steadily stronger itch built in Nathifa's loins as Laresa sent waves of pleasure unlike anything the younger genie had ever experienced. Her senses were filled with nothing but Laresa, the rest of the world vanishing as she drew ever nearer to that sweet release, so long denied. Just as she thought she would lose consciousness from the intensity of the sensations shooting through her entire body, she went momentarily numb, and then tumbled over the edge into her first climax. Laresa moaned as Nathifa's juices flowed over her tongue in a torrent, and the dark-haired woman's body stiffened, then trembled violently. Glancing up, Laresa saw Nathifa's mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes unfocused and filled with tears of joy. Laresa held Nathifa in that perfect place, sending wave after wave of orgasm through the other Djinn, and then slowly let her settle back to earth. Lying down next to Nathifa, Laresa gently stroked her fingers over the still quivering Djinn's body, smiling at the panting woman. She was overjoyed to have given Nathifa a gift so long denied, and knew that surely the other genie's needs would not hold such power over her ever again. Once she caught her breath, to some extent, Nathifa sent her thoughts to Laresa, Thank you for showing me what it is like to truly be loved. I have never known anything so wonderful. It's even better the second time, Laresa teased, letting her fingers trace over Nathifa's thighs. Nathifa's desire surged immediately back into full flame, and Laresa was quick to put her tongue to work fanning them even higher. ------- It was nearly dawn when Nathifa lay curled up in a fetal position, at last unable to endure any more after uncountable orgasms brought on by Laresa's mouth and fingers. Nathifa felt drained, in more ways than one. She had been outside her bracelet for many hours, and her power was waning. She needed to rest, and soon, else she would be sucked back into her bracelet anyway. Sensing Nathifa's weakness, she asked, Are you okay? Nathifa nodded. I... I must rest. I feel so weak. That is not uncommon when you have reached your peak so many times, even when you have not been too long outside your home. Go, and have pleasant dreams, I loved giving you such pleasure, and being the first to do so. Thank you, so much. I must go. With that, Nathifa started to grow hazy as her body changed into smoke. Suddenly, she became solid and visible again, an intense glow surrounding her. Laresa jumped up to her knees in alarm, seeing a glow from across the room out of the corner of her eye as well. Nathifa, what is wrong? Nathifa's mental voice was distant, sounding as if it arose from the bottom of a deep pit, Help me, it hurts! It is so cold! For the first time since seeing him, Laresa praised Aaron's cruel wishes. They required her to protect him, his possessions, and his plans. That meant she was bound to protect Nathifa from whatever was happening now. Summoning up her powers, she turned them toward making whatever was hurting Nathifa stop. NO! Laresa silently screamed as her power was turned aside, as if all her power were nothing more than a fly, to be swatted away with an absent gesture. She tried again, and again her power did nothing. The glow around Nathifa grew brighter, until Laresa could no longer even look at the other Djinn. Laresa sobbed, reaching out futilely with her power repeatedly, until the glow started to fade. Once she could see through the burning light, Laresa noticed something had changed. Nathifa's hair color was different, a natural auburn instead of the deep, magical red. The pendant around her neck still glowed with near unbearable brightness as well. Laresa had to turn her tear-filled eyes away for a moment, and noticed that the glow across the room was fading as well. That light emerged from around Aaron's wrist, where Nathifa's bracelet home was. Just as Laresa was about to turn back to Nathifa, she heard a faint click, and saw the glowing bracelet fall to the cushions, where its light faded. Looking back to Nathifa, she saw that the light had faded from even the pendant, and the woman was groggily struggling to rise. "What happened, I feel so..." She covered her mouth for a moment and then continued in a whisper, "Why am I able to speak?" It all clicked into place for Laresa then, and she caught up Nathifa in her arms, sobbing now in joy rather than distress. Her thoughts leapt out to Nathifa, You're free! The pendant I gave you was glowing so bright, its magic must have clashed with the magic of the bracelet, and you are free! Your bracelet home fell from the Master's wrist, and your hair is the color it likely was in your youth now. You are free! You are human again! Nathifa's tear-filled eyes widened, and she reached back to unclasp the pendant from her neck. She whispered to Laresa, "Put it on, free yourself as well." Laresa reached out with trembling hands, but then stopped. No, we would be trapped here, in this place and time. If you remove my ring from the Master's finger and put it on, you will become my Mistress. Then I can take us both away from this place and away from him. Nathifa nodded and crept toward the cushioned dais upon which Aaron slept the dead sleep of the drunken, pausing when she reached it to pick up the bracelet to which she had been confined for centuries. She clenched her teeth and held her breath when Aaron rolled slightly, muttering in his sleep. Nathifa sighed in relief when he did not rouse, and the arm with Laresa's ring flopped over directly in front of her. Gingerly, she tugged at the ring, her heart beating fast, nearly sobbing in relief when it slipped off into her hand. Again, Aaron grumbled in his sleep, and Nathifa hurried away, the misty tendrils that were Laresa slipping into the ring because it was no longer on her Master's finger. Nathifa remedied that by putting on the ring and twisting it, summoning Laresa to her side. "What the hell is going on," Aaron muttered, noticing the change in Nathifa's hair. "Try playing god without our power, you bastard," Laresa taunted. "Wish for me to take us away from here, Nathifa." Aaron looked down at his finger, and the opposite wrist, finding the artifacts gone. Pushing his brides out of the way, he scrambled off the dais screaming, "NO!" "I wish to be far away from this awful man, Laresa." With a triumphant smile, Laresa nodded and wrapped her power around them. Aaron rushed through the spot where Nathifa stood only seconds before, grabbing empty air. He raised his head to the ceiling of the temple and screamed in impotent rage. ------- Nathifa looked around in confusion. They stood just inside the edge of a pristine forest, the sounds of wildlife all around them. "Where are we?" Laresa smiled and hugged her sister Djinn, turned Mistress, and then answered, "Far to the North, in what will one day be known as the United States. Aaron will never reach us here without a genie's power. It is as good a place as any for you to decide where, and when, you wish to live out the rest of your life." "I can't own you. I can't treat you like a slave, Laresa. I know what that is like, and I will not do it to another." "Then ask me, as a friend. I want you to be happy, and that means I want you to be somewhere you can find happiness. That means you need to make at least this one wish before I put on the pendant and gain my freedom. Do you have any ideas?" Nathifa concentrated for a moment and then said, "I know little of the world. I remember our people, and after that, my Masters kept me in seclusion. I don't believe I would like to live in such a place full of people as Aaron's city, I know only smaller places, like my village." Laresa thought for a moment and then said, "There are people living here, a noble people who live simple lives much akin to ours before we became Djinn. What you remember of that life would allow you to adapt to the differences quickly. I think we could both find happiness amongst them. We should journey back in time, however. Not far in the future from this time, people from across the sea will come and disrupt the land and its people. If we go back, we should be able to live our lives out long before they come." Nathifa looked intrigued. "Can you show me?" "Of course." Moments later, they stood on a high hill, overlooking a village of the natives in the land, several hundred years back in time. They moved closer and watched for quite some time, made silent and invisible by Laresa's power. Nathifa sighed, "I could be happy here." Laresa leaned in close to her Mistress, "I could too. Do you want me to make sure that our coming does not alarm them — that they feel as if they remember us? We should both know their language as well. I believe it would be best." Nathifa nodded and Laresa used her power to alter the people's memories, and to grant them fluency in the native tongue. Nathifa then held out the pendant to Laresa with a wide smile. Laresa took the pendant and fastened it around her neck, her heart beating as if she had just run for hours. "Go to your ring, and earn your freedom," Nathifa said with tears in her eyes. Laresa nodded and closed her eyes, bracing for the pain. A moment later, she opened them to discover she was in her ring. Looking at the pendant, she saw no change in its magic, and yet she was still bound to her ring, still one of the Djinn. Still a slave. "WHY?" Laresa cried out in disappointment, and then covered her face in her hands to weep. She felt the tug of Nathifa summoning her, and soon reappeared in the world outside, still on her knees and sobbing. "I don't understand, you should be free," Nathifa whispered, and then went to wrap her arms around Laresa. They both cried for many minutes before Laresa pulled away and dried her eyes. Sniffling, Laresa said, "It simply did not work. Perhaps the gods who granted the power of this item smiled upon you, but not on me." "It is not right," Nathifa snapped, her lip quivering. "There is nothing that can be done about it." "What are we to do?" Laresa smiled weakly and responded, "Perhaps it is better this way. You could wish me freedom to live as I would like, but I would still have the power to help you, and our adopted people if the need arises." "I can't own you, Laresa." "Someone must, I am Djinn, and I have no choice. Please, Nathifa, wear my ring and be my friend, as well as my Mistress." Nathifa hugged her, "I will do it, because you ask me to, as a friend. I wish for you to live your life as you choose." Laresa felt the chains on her soul fall away with Nathifa's words, all save the strongest chain, the one that bound her to the ring. It was not freedom, or humanity, but it was as close as could be. "Thank you, Nathifa. Shall we go meet our new people?" She held out her hand, and Nathifa took it. They walked into the village, the people greeting them like two neighbors known for all their lives. ------- Aaron paced, having ordered his brides out of the temple only moments after Laresa and Nathifa vanished. He was trapped here, in this time, without a Djinn to provide him power to continue his deified charade. At last, he stopped and calmed himself. All was not lost — he still maintained the powers he ordered Laresa to grant him. He could still hurl lightning, and he was invulnerable to mundane weapons. His brides still desired him, and each other, with an insatiable appetite. Even his laptop still functioned exactly as he had wished it to. "The laptop," he muttered, a smile crossing his face. Logging into the database, he laughed when he saw that his access was restricted. A few quick keystrokes, and he broke in through one of the numerous back doors he had located as a precocious youth. ------- "He's online at this very moment, searching the database through some sort of security hole. His location is right here, or rather many feet up, and yet he is not here. We can see that, and our magic tells us the same." "The answer is obvious; Aaron has done the forbidden, and used one of the artifacts. Likely, he is responsible for the loss of Nathifa, the death of the Chamber guardian, and probably for Wallace's disappearance as well." "What are we to do?" "That is not our place to decide. We will return, and the high council of the Society will choose how we shall proceed." "I warned you when he was but a child that Aaron was dangerous, not to be trusted." "We should have heeded your warning." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2006-11-28 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------