Wish Fulfillment

Once, he made her suck his penis for hours, even after his orgasm. She'd had to keep her nose pressed up against his crotch, suckling at and swirling his flaccid cock, while he leaned back and watched moving pictures, ate lunch, and sat at his computer doing whatever one did with those devices.

When he'd announced that he needed to piss but made no move to stand, her eyes had widened with horror, and she'd been unable to stop herself from making a sound of disgust from her position between his legs. He'd just grinned, told her to swallow it all, reached down and gripped her hair with one hand while he mauled her tits with the other, and then let a stream of piss straight into the back of her mouth. She'd frantically swallowed every bitter drop. Even being humbled before the Almighty had not brought her such sheer hatred and humiliation. The Almighty, at least, had class.

Even worse were the times when Antonio switched his style of degradation, and instructed her to act like his lover again. Under his direction, she learned to snuggle up against him, nuzzle his ear, and giggle coquettishly both at his crude jokes and equally-crude groping at her body. That was almost more than she could bear, but her compulsion to obey his commands was backed up by the very fabric of reality itself, as irresistible as the passage of time.

And she bided that time. She was patient. She was required to give him three wishes; and once he used his third wish, the terms of her imprisonment would, ironically, free her from him. She would be returned to the lamp, itself to hide itself away elsewhere in the world, and any other bonds of servitude would be severed. And then... she had any number of plans for revenge fermenting in the back of her mind, each sweeter than the last. She would track down his soul in the Blazing Fire fifty thousand years from now, if necessary.

So she waited.

*****

Two weeks after she'd appeared, Antonio was leaning back on his small couch playing an electronic game, crotch thrust forward to the edge as al-Zuhara leaned over it, massaging his cock at length by squeezing it between her swinging, oiled, magically-enlarged udders. He'd instructed her to only refer to them in her head as udders, not as br... any other word for t... udders.

At this point, her stoicism reached its limit. She could stand the wait no longer. Breaking her grim silence, she spoke up. "Master, have you considered your second..."

"Shut up, I'm concentrating," he interrupted. His eyes momentarily flicked down to her ridiculous whorish titjob. "Pretend you're enjoying this, but don't use any words."

She started to moan in pleasure, which as it turned out didn't do any favors for his concentration, though he didn't complain. Later, seemingly on a whim, Anonio reversed his instructions, telling her to mash her tits around him so much that it hurt herself, and to make noises appropriately. Her cries of pain as she violently abused her own... udders put him over the edge and caused him to spurt all over her face.

After he'd had a drink (and she'd seductively scooped his sperm into her mouth as instructed, wincing at the pain in her... udders), he finally let her speak.

"Master," she forced herself to say respectfully, "have you given thought yet to the second task I must perform for you?"

"Nah," he replied dismissively.

"But what of your living circumstances?" she pressed on. "You asked for wealth when first we met. Surely you deserve a higher station in life than... this."

Antonio cast his eye around the room - tidier than it had been, given that he now had a live-in maid, but still piled high with assorted crap that he hadn't gotten around to listing on Ebay. "Yeah... I guess I've been really falling behind on work, too. And rent is gonna be due soon..."

Inwardly, al-Zuhara congratulated herself. Next would be a wish for money or power, or some combination of the two... and those inevitably brought trouble of a thousand kinds to those who were not groomed to it. Trouble that only magic could relieve.

But Antonio only looked thoughtful.

"And you can't just, like, summon me some?"

"I cannot," al-Zuhara explained sincerely, and not without a touch of satisfaction. "I explained this before. If I conjured enough money to affect the course of your life... well, it would not do. Fate itself would strike back against you. To change your fate requires you to invoke my full powers. A wish."

She waited patiently as Antonio thought this through.

"Or just, like, not magic. That can change my fate too, right?"

"What?" al-Zuhara snapped. What was this fool going on about?

"If I just, like, got a job and made money that way, there'd be no problem. You know, in theory." He turned and looked her full in the eyes. She didn't like the glint of cunning she saw in them.

"Yes, of course." al-Zuhara suddenly felt unaccountably uncomfortable. Her... udders still ached. She shifted uneasily on the floor where she was kneeling. But no. Eyes on the prize. She met his gaze again, confidently. "But you have the power to live like a king, with every luxury imaginable. Why should you have to live off the sweat of your brow like a peasant?"

Antonio grinned at her. "I'm not the one who's going to be sweating, sweet-tits. It's been awesome playing with you, but you clearly need more to do. And I'd be a real selfish jerk to keep a piece of fuckmeat like you all to myself."

The absolute worm! Following his train of thought, the lips of her mortal shell seemed to turn dry. "Am I to..." she swallowed. "become a prostitute, then?"

Anonio seemed to pause. "What? Hadn't thought of that." He furrowed his brow while al-Zuhara screamed inwardly at her own idiocy at bringing up the idea.

"No," he concluded. "Sounds like a good way to get in trouble with the law, or pimps, or, I don't know." He flashed her a lecherous smile. "I should definitely invite some friends over, though. I can think of all kinds of ways you could liven up a party."

No doubt. Assuming the man had any friends, an idea for which she had seen little evidence. Leaving the jinn to contemplate this, Antonio grabbed his computer and started busying himself with it, muttering to things to himself - "been a while since I signed in," "yeah, that's a good one," and such.

Soon he presented al-Zuhara with a video of some degenerate human slag, with pale skin, overdone lipstick, and tattoos running down her arms, splayed out on a bed casually playing with her pussy while passionately deep-throating a dildo.

"That's live," he explained. "Happening right now. You've got to pay just to watch this at all, and then pay extra to have her do what you want and shit. See over here? Guys who are watching are typing stuff. Making her act like a total trashy slut for cash."

"She must follow their instructions?" al-Zuhara asked blankly, feeling a sudden womanly kinship for this debased mortal wench.

"Well, they've pretty much all got stuff they refuse to do." Antonio conceded. He leered at her with deep satisfaction. "But you're not gonna have that problem. I'll bet we can make you a big hit. Or a few big hits! You can change your form, so we can make you as many personas as we want. I'm thinking we start with some barely-legal teen slut and a big-titted Middle-Eastern reluctant whore." He laughed. "That one should be easy for you to get into character for."

"But... what... what about your second wish?" al-Zuhara demanded, desperately. "Haven't you thought about it at all?"

Antonio shrugged. "Not really. Been pretty busy." He reached down and pulled at her clit painfully. al-Zuhara tried to stifle her cry to deny him the satisfaction, but wasn't completely successful. Antonio patted her affectionately on the cheek. "Tell you what. While I look into how to set you up in your new job, you think of what a good second wish for me would be. You can let me know later."

Antonio turned his attentions back to the computer, and al-Zuhara sullenly sank back against a large pile of collapsed shipping boxes. The last thing she wanted to do was help please her tormentor, but she had to obey his instruction, so she compiled a mental list of carefully-worded wishes for wealth, success, health, and happiness for the wretched thing.

Eventually she hit an impasse, but Antonio had implied that she not interrupt him, so she waited patiently. She felt calmer. At least Antonio was proceeding with his wishes. Setting him up with a happy-ever-after life was almost too bitter to bear, but at least it brought her closer to the end of her service.

Antonio rotated the computer to face her, sliding his chair out of the way. "I think I'm figuring things out. Let's test the camera. Say 'hi,' whore."

"Hello," she responded curtly.

"How about you start frigging yourself there? Reach down and get to work on your clit. Really try to get yourself off."

Immediately, al-Zuhara reached down and started deftly rubbing her intimate parts. It was an incredible relief, after the days and days of neglect and abuse they'd suffered since her first summoning, and her body still seemed more than ready to receive pleasure. Waves of good feeling radiated out through her temporarily mortal flesh. She leaned further back on the floor, raising her other hand unbidden to pull at the rapidly-hardening nipple capping her heavy, full bre... udders. For heaven's sake, had he still not rescinded that instruction?

Would he ever?

Antonio adjusted something on the computer, and nodded in satisfaction. "Seems to work okay, and you're certainly looking like one slutty little cockhole. You're gonna need to be able to chat on camera while you're fucking yourself, so let's practice that. What'd you think up for my next wish?"

al-Zuhara felt an orgasm growing more distant as her attention was pulled away from her pussy, but she had to respond. "Master, I thought of several ideas, but you must give me more guidance. What is it that you want from life?"

"Huh. Yeah." Antonio stared at the furiously-masturbating genie jiggling on the floor of his cheap, cluttered apartment. He could feel her hatred toward him and shame at displaying herself, fighting with her undeniable lust and need to obey. It was glorious.

Half-formed thoughts flashed through his mind... of being a well-respected world figure, of relaxing on a picturesque beach for the rest of his life, of kissing some sweet, loving wife while happy children ran underfoot... but going with his gut on this wish thing seemed to have worked out so far. And if he had to ask himself what he REALLY wanted... right here, right now...

"What wish of mine would you most hate?"

al-Zuhara froze involuntarily for a moment before resuming her self-ministrations. Her mind felt like it was on fire, matching the heat in her womanly body. But she knew exactly what the answer was.

"My... freedom from the lamp," she panted. "If I remain... a bound jinn... then my service to the lamp will override all other obligations when your wishes are over. But if I... am freed from it... I will serve only you. For as long as you live. And perhaps... even beyond."

Antonio smiled, but all he said was, "make yourself come."

She did.