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Chapter Seven

Sable Newport

I arched an eyebrow at Zach, his dirty dick thrusting out before him. The new slave, Lizzie, whimpered nearby, her asshole dripping with his cum. She looked delicious strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross, ready to be used and abused.

“I’ll suck it, honey,” Susannah offered, her hands kneading her big boobs. She loved sucking Zach’s dirty dick. She enjoyed being his whore slightly more than mine.

“No,” Zach said, staring at me, his eyes dark so hard. He stood there strong and naked. “Sable will.”

I breathed slowly. He was not in a mood for my defiance. This wasn’t quite the agreement we made, but… I could see the resolve in his eyes. He wished to put me in my place. Wish to remind me that he ruled, not me.

It still galled me that I didn’t have his power. The things I would do with it.

“You have not forgotten our deal, Zach?” I asked.

“You will have all the rewards you crave,” he said. “Power over life. Death. Any slaves you want who aren’t one of my close women. Susannah when she’s not loving me. Her mother, too. You’ll have it all. Every last thing you could want.”

My pussy clenched. He meant it. I could see it in his eyes.

I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth wide, and swallowed his dirty dick. I slid my lips over his dirty dick and suckled on him. He groaned as I did that. The sour flavor of Lizzie’s asshole suffused my taste buds. I groaned, savoring the flavor even as humiliation burned through me.

My cunt blazed hotter as the shame consumed me.

My reddened cheeks hollowed as I suckled on his dick. I nursed on him with all that I had. It was just incredible to have him working that mouth up and down my dick. The salty flavor of his precum tinged the earthy musk.

My boobs jiggled as I worked my mouth up and down his dick. I polished him with all my might. I nursed on him with all that I had. It was just so good to do that. I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. It was just perfect to work up and down him.

He groaned as I did that, his eyes staring down at me. I winked at him and suckled hard on him. He growled as I did that. I was so glad he loved what I did with my mouth. I wanted him to spurt into my mouth with all that he had.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he growled. “That’s it. That’s so fucking good! That’s your place, Sable, on your knees and serving me. Only me. You kneel for no other.”

I suckled hard on him, nodding.

My tongue danced around his cock as I buffed off his dick. The heat blazed hotter in my pussy. As humiliating as this was, he got off of on it. I could see it in his eyes. He was thrilled that I was doing this. He smiled as I buffed his dick clean.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Just like that. Damn, that’s good. That’s so amazing. You’re going to be gulping down my cum.”

I whimpered around his cock, wanting that so much. I craved to gulp down his cum. I wanted to swallow every last drop of his cum now. The humiliation whipped at my ass. He was more powerful than me.

He would always be stronger than me.

I nursed on him, drool spilling down my chin. My cheeks hollowed with my every suckle. He growled as I loved him. I savored that mighty rod in my mouth as he stared down at me like I was nothing compared to him.

It made me suckle even harder.

To put my all into it.

My boobs bounced and heaved as I worked my lips up and down his cock as fast as I could. I suckled on him with all my might. The sour flavor of Lizzie’s asshole faded. All I could taste was his salty precum. His eyes captured mine.

I could not look away from him. My Master. My Lord. My Man. He owned me completely.

I surrendered utterly to him for I saw the promise of my dark pleasures being filled in him. All my sadistic fantasies would be realized. I shuddered at that. I was so glad for it. I just could not wait for that wonderful moment to arrive.

It would be magnificent.

I pictured the legions of women serving me, all prepared to give themselves over to my dark pleasures. I trembled, sucking so hard on his dick. The sounds of my slurping filled the room. Susannah and Lizzie watched, witnessing my submission.

“That’s it,” growled Zach.

“Cum in her mouth, honey,” Susannah purred. “Your jizz is so yummy.”

“Not yet,” he growled, his dick throbbing. “Fetch a flogger.”

My eyes widened. I stopped sucking for a moment as Susannah darted off with a, “Yes, dear!”

Zach held out his hand and arched an eyebrow at me. I shuddered and resumed suckling. He was truly testing me, but he had me that I would receive my slaves. I had already gained some of them, like Lizzie. I would hold him to it.

Susannah placed the flogger in his hand. He smiled at me and swung it.

SMACK!

It cracked across my ass.

I squealed around his dick and suckled hard.

SMACK!

“Yes, yes, that’s it,” he growled, savoring what he was doing to me.

SMACK!

The pain burned across my rump. I moaned around his cock, my tongue flicking about him.

SMACK!

My eyes squeezed shut at the burning pain. The heat melted down to my cunt. I suckled with such passion on his cock as the air washed over my rump. Is this what my sluts felt like when I flogged them. This excitement.

SMACK!

This growing heat swelled in my cunt. This need to cum.

SMACK!

An orgasm built in me.

SMACK!

I bobbed my head so fast. I worked up and down his thick shaft as he drew back the flogger. He stared down at me, loving this. He had that same dark sadism in him. Where had that come from? That hadn’t been in him a month ago.

SMACK!

I squealed around his cock, my butt-cheeks clenching.

SMACK!

The flogger fell fast.

SMACK!

No pause.

SMACK!

The swift rhythm blazed across my rump.

SMACK!

My butt-cheeks clenched as I suckled on his cock, the orgasmic pressure building in me.

SMACK!

I moaned around his cock, aching for more.

SMACK!

He smiled as I suckled at him, his salty precum soaking my taste buds. My ass blazed so hot.

SMACK!

I was his whore.

SMACK!

Zach’s slut.

SMACK!

Zach’s slave.

He nodded and swung hard, extending his arm. The flogger wrapped around my butt-cheeks and struck my pussy lips.

CRACK!

Pain burst across my vulva. I squealed around his cock as he drew back.

CRACK!

He whipped my cunt.

CRACK!

He smacked down on my pussy and it felt incredible.

CRACK!

He struck my clit with the leather flogger.

I burst in orgasmic delight. I squealed around his cock as the paingasm swept through me. It was incredible to feel. The heat rushed through my body. I loved every last second of this ecstasy drowning my thoughts.

It was an awesome delight. A wonderful treat to have all that ecstasy sweeping through my body. I moaned around his cock. I suckled hard on him. I nursed on him with all my might. I suckled with such passion on his big dick.

“That’s it!” he growled

CRACK!

He spanked my pussy again, sending another wave of burning rapture through my body.
“You are mine, Sable!” he roared and erupted.

Cum fired into my mouth.

I gulped down his salty seed. I swallowed every wonderful drop of his jizz. It splashed against the back of my throat. My eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed that delight. I gulped down blast after blast of his cum. I swallowed it all down, pussy cream gushing down my thighs.

Every glorious drop of his jizz. I savored every second of it. The spunk spurted from his dick and melted down my throat. My orgasm swept through me. Stars blazed across my vision as I gulped down more and more spurts of his cum.

“Yes!” he growled as he emptied his nuts into my mouth.

I whimpered, drunk and dizzy from the intensity of the pleasure flooding through me. It was just incredible to have all that delight sweeping through me. I trembled at it, loving every second of this delight burning through me.

I trembled through every last second of this bliss. It was just incredible. My eyes squeezed shut as he fired a final blast of cum into my hungry mouth. It was a glorious moment. He owned me. I knew that now.

I was his slut.

He smiled down at me and nodded before ripping his cock out of my mouth. I fell onto my hands and knees, panting. My ass burned. My pussy blazed. I trembled as he turned his back on me and strode away from me.

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Ashtaroth

“That was perfect, Zach,” I purred in my guise as Nisha. “She knows her place now. She’ll be an even more powerful servant for you. One you can trust wholly.”

Zach nodded as he strode from the room, saying, “Have fun with Susannah and Lizzie, Sable. You will get it all.”

“Thank you, sir,” moaned Sable.

Every day, Zach became more and more what I needed him to be. One step at a time, he would trek down into my darkness and be lost.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Two days after Lizzie and dominating Sable, Detective Carson called my phone. “Master, I have found the perfect tattoo parlor in Gig Harbor. It’s run by an Arab woman named Unthaa Alraqiq. She calls her studio Delicious Wish Tattoos.”

Nisha straddled me and grabbed my cock through my pants. She pulled out my dick and purred, “This might just be the perfect place.” She pressed me into her pussy and slammed down my cock “Send Moira in first to prepare it.”

“I’m sending Sable and Moira to you,” I told Detective Carson and hung up, smiling at my thought form. I was glad I conjured her. She always had the best advice, but Moira needed someone to watch over her.

“Sable, interesting,” said Detective Carson. “Yes, yes, she’s such a wonderful lieutenant. Of all your women, she is the most important now. She will be loyal to death for you. She will do anything you need.”

I nodded and groaned, savoring her hot pussy working up and down me. I texted Moira and Sable to contact Detective Carson and go to a tattoo parlor to enchant it. I set my phone down, ignoring their responses.

I mean, Nisha’s dusky breasts jiggled before my face. She wasn’t really touching my body, just manipulating my spirit. My nervous system. It felt real, though. I leaned forward and engulfed a nipple. I suckled.

Creamy breast milk squirted into my mouth.

I gulped that down, loving the taste of her creamy milk. It was just a delight to gulp down her dairy delight. The warm, sweet liquid filled my mouth and poured down my throat. I suckled hard, loving how she cradled me to her tit.

She worked her tight pussy up and down my cock. She was just incredible. Just a wonderful delight to have massaging my cock. It was incredible to have her doing that. Just a wonderful moment to feel her massaging me.

“Yes, yes, yes, this tattoo parlor will be perfect,” she purred. “Moira and Susannah need the proper tattoos on them. Ones of power!”

I nodded, seeing the beauty of it. Plus, knowing that Susannah was tattooed and pierced like a slut beneath her conservative dress made me ache in Nisha’s pussy. She would be the perfect wife in public, and the perfect slut in private. God, I loved her.

I gulped down the creamy milk. I swallowed every wonderful drop of it. I nursed hard on her nipple, savoring that delight. Nisha moaned, her cunt working up and down my cock. She rode me with passion. It was incredible.

I swallowed more and more drops of her breast milk. It was perfect.

I rose toward my climax, massaged by that hot pussy.

I suckled hard, gulping down every drop of breast milk that spilled out of her cunt. It was just wonderful. It was incredible to have all that pussy riding up and down me. She squeezed down on me, massaging me.

She moaned in delight, her hot cunt bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I gulped down every drop of breast milk that she had in her. The warmth melted through my body as I grabbed her ass. I squeezed her rump.

I ripped my mouth free and growled, “That’s it. Make me cum, Nisha!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered. “Ooh, ooh, that’s it. That’s so good. Just makes me explode. Oh, I love it!”

She plunged her cunt down my cock and her pussy went wild around my shaft.

“Master!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. My thought form suckled at me with that hot twat. I growled in delight, savoring the pleasure of her pussy rippling around my dick. She felt incredible. I growled out in delight and erupted into her cunt.

I flooded her with my passion. It was just incredible to erupt into her snatch. I filled her up with my jizz again and again. I flooded her with all my spunk. It was just incredible to erupt over and over again. The pleasure swept through me.

“Shit,” I growled as I dumped my load into her imaginary pussy.

The pleasure slammed through my brain. I loved every second of it. I grunted with each burst of cum. Her hot pussy milked my cock. I shuddered, her breasts bouncing before me as she moaned out her delight.

“Yes, yes, you’re the greatest man ever!” she gasped. “And I will make you greater still!”

“Fuck, yes!” I growled and spurted the last of my cum into her pussy. “Shit, shit, we have to go to the tattoo parlor, too. I want to take Susannah in there when it’s ready.”

Nisha smiled.

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Sable Newport

I could not believe that Zach called us back to the house so he could go with us. He was just showing off his power over us. I sat in the back with Moira who looked excited. Zach slid in wearing his suit, Susannah and his mother following him. His mother was starting to show.

So was Moira.

“Sir,” I said, nodding to him.

“I decided not to wait once we have it secured,” Zach said. “Sable, you will go in there to have your nipples pierced. Moira’s there to give moral support. While the artist is working on you, Moira will cast her spell.”

“Right, big bro!” squealed Moira. “Ooh, I’m getting my girlfriend’s nubs pierced.”

“Good thing I’m dressed for it,” I said, glancing down at the red corset I wore along with a pair of black leather pants.

Ms. Denise drove us out to Gig Harbor. It was a drive, so Zach indulged with Susannah and his mother and his sister. He left a load of cum in each of their pussies, dumping the last one into his twin sister as we crossed the Tacoma Narrows Bridge into Gig Harbor.

We were soon getting off Highway 16 and driving down the streets. I didn’t know the area at all. It was quaint, though. That was my impression of Gig Harbor. Soon, we arrived at Delicious Wish Tattoos. The limo pulled up and Ms. Denise let us out. Our cop escorts were around us, monitoring things. The limo had a spell on it to keep people from really noticing it, though.

I climbed out with Moira who hooked her arm with mine and said, “You’re going to look so hot with your nipples pierced, baby.”

I flushed at her compliment, this warmth washing through me. She was… adorable sometimes.

A bell rang as we entered the tattoo parlor. There was a lobby with some leather couches and chairs. The walls were covered in designs. On a coffee table lay four heavy books, one open to more designs. The artist did great work.

“Welcome, welcome,” a woman purred as she stepped through a curtain of beads. She wore a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans that rode low on her hips and a belly shirt that hugged her small, conical breasts. It left her stomach bare, a sapphire inserted in her bellybutton. She moved with wiry grace. Her dusky-brown skin gave her a Persian or Arabic look and…

She reminded me of a belly dancer.

She smiled, her long, black hair spilling around her shoulders. “I’m Unthaa. What can I do for you lovely misses?”

“I’m getting my baby pierced nipples for our anniversary,” Moira said, squeezing my nuts. “I think her tits would look so cute with pierced nubs, don’t you?”

“Hmm, I bet they would. I find most breasts are enhanced with piercings.” A smile grew on Unthaa’s heart-shaped face. “Come on back. I’ll pierce those right now.”

I shuddered and followed her back. Moira smacked me on the ass and followed me into a studio that had several chairs with privacy curtains between them. No one else was back here. She went to a sink and washed her hands.

I flicked my gaze around the room. She had a shelf with various knickknacks. An old urn, an antique bottle made of blue glass, a bust of maybe a Roman emperor, a golden bracer, a curved knife with a ruby on the hilt, a collection of ivory figures darkened by age. Each was a woman who looked like a belly dancer, naked, though and exquisitely carved.

“You have quite the collection,” I said.

“Thanks,” she purred as she dried her hands. She pulled out latex cloves. “Top off, miss.”

I reached behind me and unlaced the corset as Moira started moving around the room. She was discreetly marking the walls as I pulled off my corset. My round breasts spilled out. They were a perky pair of tits, my nipples hard.

“Oh, yes, those will look beautiful with the piercings,” she said and grabbed a box. “I have barbells and rings. Stainless steel, silver, electrum, white gold, rose gold, gold, even some platinum.”

“Platinum,” I said. “Barbells.”

“Capped with rubies,” she said. She held them up. They had ruby caps that the platinum barbells screwed into.

“Yes,” I breathed.

She smiled and undid a cap on each, setting them on the table. Then she produced a piercing gun and put in a fresh needle. Moira kept drifting around the room, her lips moving. I shivered as the Arabic beauty cupped my breast and squeezed my tit, holding tight. She framed my nipple with the piercing gun and winked at me.

She pulled the trigger.

“Motherfucker!” I gasped as the pain shot through me.

“I know, I know,” she purred and grabbed one of the barbells. She swabbed it in alcohol then pressed it into my nipple.

I groaned as it stung. Then it was through. She screwed on the cap on the other end. I stared down at my pink nipple with the platinum barbell through it, the rubies so sexy. I smiled at it and decided it was worth the pain.

“Lovely,” said Unthaa as she moved to pierce my other nipple.

Moira flashed me a thumbs-up and kept up her work.

Unthaa framed my second nipple. I was ready this time. I still winced at the hot flash of pain through my nipple. She swabbed the other barbell, threaded it through my pierced nub, and screwed back on the cap.

“Now, they are going to need time to heal,” she said. “A month to six weeks before you have anyone play—”

Unthaa burst to her feet and spun around to face Moira. My girlfriend was in mid-chant as she cast her spell. She froze, shocked by Unthaa’s reaction. I didn’t know what was going on. Unthaa

straightened and threw her arms wide.

“You think you can bind me, witch?” demanded Unthaa.

She clapped her hands together and golden light burst from them.

Chapter Eight

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Mom sucked on my dick as I waited in the back of the limousine. I slid my fingers through her black hair, enjoying the warmth of her mouth working up and down me. She was so good at that. It was just a true treat to feel.

Nisha frowned and glanced at the tattoo parlor. I felt it, too. Something had happened in there, but what? Mom kept sucking as my skin prickled. Susannah glanced at me, a questioning look on her face. Mom froze as she realized something changed.

Her mouth popped off my dick. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I said, staring at Nisha. “Was that Moira’s spell that went off?”

Nisha shook her head.

“What is the angel telling you, honey?” Susannah asked.

“There’s a… genie in there.” Shock rippled across Nisha’s face. “They tried to bind a genie, and she has trapped them in her pocket dimension. That entire shop is like her bottle.”

“Shit,” I said. “Unthaa’s a genie.”

“Genies are real?” Susannah gasped.

I grinned at her and asked, “What do we have to do to free Moira and Sable?”

“They’re trapped?” Mom gasped. “They’re in danger.

I ignored her, too.

“We’ll have to use your shades,” Nisha said after a moment. “I suggest using Charles’s mother. Have her lead you in there. She’ll need something of you to take in first.”

“How do I do that?”

“Cum in her. Have her ride you.”

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Eleanor Swartzenburg

“Eleanor Swartzenburg, arise,” echoed through Zach’s soul.

All of us in here quivered. It was just a big orgy. It was mostly girls, but there were a few men from the FBI who were destroyed in the blast that Ashtaroth triggered. I don’t know what happened to the demon who had possessed my body.

I melted out of his soul and appeared in the back of a limousine. I only wanted my son, but Zach owned my soul, and he wanted me to ride him. I could feel it. I was a translucent body. Two women gasped as they stared at me.

A shadow watched.

A dark shadow.

I shivered at that, afraid. I whimpered and pressed myself against Zach. His arms went around me. He made me feel safe. Like my son did. I now knew that Zach was my step-son, Charles’s half-brother. Maybe that was it.

I never felt safe in their father’s arms, though.

Still… I kissed Zach. I had no choice. He owned me.

My fear of the shadowy figure melted away. It reminded me of that awful demon who possessed my body, but she was gone. I trembled, making out with Zach with such passion. I shifted myself so my pussy rubbed at his cock.

I swallowed his dick.

He groaned as I did that. I took his cock to the hilt in my pussy.

He broke the kiss and growled, “That’s it, Mrs. Swartzenburg. Ride my cock!”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned, my soul’s pussy loving the feel of his cock.

Lust was how he enslaved us.

The spell that destroyed us and chained us to him was predicated on lust. On desire.

I craved his cock. Now that he was in me, I felt whole.

Complete.

“Master!” I moaned, working my pussy up and down him.

“I can see through her,” the older woman said, rubbing at her belly. She was his mother. The woman my husband started a second family with.

Well, I’m sure she hated Charles the First as much as I did.

But his sons… I was really loving his sons. The had such amazing cocks. I moaned, working my cunt up and down Zach’s wonderful cock. My soul quivered on him as his hands gripped my ass. He squeezed me, kneading me.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Damn, Mrs. Swartzenburg.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, ignoring that awful shadow.

Zach glanced at it once and grinned. “Yes, this is the right way, Nisha.”

“Mmm, it is,” purred the shadow. Nisha, not Ashtaroth. Nisha.

I plunged my cunt down his cock and slid back up him. It was just incredible. He reached so deep into my soul’s pussy. I squeezed down on him, rising and rising toward that moment I would cum on him. It would be a glorious climax.

I gasped and moaned, savoring every second of this. My cunt gripped his cock as I rode him hard and fast. I loved it so much. I savored every second of plunging my cunt down his dick. I gripped him with my hot flesh, building toward a wonderful climax.

My soul would quiver around him. I whimpered and moaned, plunging my cunt down his dick. I slid back him, moaning and gasping as I did. He felt so wonderful around me. I shuddered, about to burst in delight.

“Are you going to cum on me?” he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered, my pussy plunging down his cock. My clit ground into his pubic bone. “Master! Master!”

“Let me feel your cunt writhing around my cock, Mrs. Swartzenburg. Let me feel that cunt going wild!”

I moaned my agreement, so close to my eruption. I slammed down his cock again and again. My pussy slid up him over and over again. I gripped him, the pressure growing in me. It was a wonderful delight to feel. I hurtled closer to him.

He gripped my asscheeks. He worked me up and down his cock. I gasped as he did that. It felt so wonderful. My pussy held him tight as I rose toward my climax. I groaned as he lifted me up his shaft and plunged me down him.

My clit ground on him.

Sparks sizzled through me.

“Master!” I howled.

My cunt writhed around his cock. My shadowy soul shuddered. I reveled in this delight. I suckled on him as he growled. Waves of rapture rushed through my existence. I quivered through every moment of that delight.

“Yes!” he growled and erupted in me.

His cum pumped into me. His seed. His power. I felt it filling up my shadowy form. I trembled on him, the heat rushing through me. I gasped, my boobs jiggling before him. I loved every second of him dumping his cum in me.

“Oh, Master, you’re filling up my cunt with your cum! With all your seed!”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Shit, that’s good. That’s so good! Damn, I love it! I love it so much!”

He spurted more and more blasts of his cum into my snatch. I shuddered at his virility. He had such amazing balls. I whimpered as I hit the peak of my orgasm. His cock erupted into me one more time. I swayed there.

“Oh, Master,” I moaned.

“Tell her to use the southeast window,” said the shadow, Nisha. I glanced in that direction.

I yelped in fear, whipping my head away. Why did Nisha remind me of her?

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“N-nothing, Master,” I said. “You want me to use the southeast window.”

“You can hear the angel, too?” the younger blonde said. She was Susannah, the slut my son was obsessed over.

“Angel? She’s an angel?”

No.

I felt that rising out of Zach’s soul even as he said, “Yes.”

He lied.

“Go,” he said.

I rose off his cock and shot for the window. I was a spirit. He held out his hand. I took and drew out his own spirit. He collapsed as his soul rose from his body. A silver thread trailed from his body. I blinked.

He nodded.

I flew us for the southeast window. My Master had an order. I would obey it. Before me was a glass shell of blue that covered the building, but… The glass looked less substantial by the window. I pushed against it, my cunt clenching.

Though I held Master’s hand, it felt like his cum in my pussy was our true connection.

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Charles Swartzenburg II

I fumed.

Master? Mother called him Master!

I had not expected to see him summon her. Since he had taken in Lizzie two days ago, I had been spying on him. I had the full range of his mansion. He had many servants, amassing quite the army. I should have done that before moving.

When I had tried, Ashtaroth had interfered.

Anger consumed me. I could not watch this. I rose out of the limo, fighting to control myself. I was still in the prison. He could still get to me. I had to play this smart. I had to rescue Mother from him. He used her as his whore.

He must revel in cuckolding me and enjoying my mother. Her pussy was mine! She birthed me. I was her son, not him.

I fought for self-control. After some minutes, Mother emerged leading Zach’s soul. He went into the building that was warded. Something had happened over there. He pushed into the glass and entered the window.

Then he was gone.

I didn’t know what was going on here, but I had to keep working on Lizzie. I had to ready her for what she needed to do.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Mrs. Swartzenburg led me through the barrier and into the shop. It looked pretty standard place. I could not believe that a genie was here. It was so shocking. How did we even pick the one tattoo artist who was a genie?

Maybe she would be useful, though.

I moved through the beaded curtains, Mrs. Swartzenburg trailing behind me. In the next room, I found my sister and Sable chained to the wall by gold. The genie, a woman in tight jeans and a belly shirt, was clipping clothespins to their tits.

“Disgusting little witches,” hissed the genie. “You think you can bind me?”

“We didn’t know you were a genie!” Moira gasped. “Fuck, that hurts!”

The clothespin clipped right on her nipple.

I gritted my teeth. I could not help my sister right now. I had to just get to work. I needed to buckle down and save my sister. How to do that? I should have asked Nisha. I was surprised she wasn’t here with me. Wasn’t she just a projection of me?

Or was it because I was a soul?

“Any ideas?” I asked her. “For capturing a genie. Nisha’s not here.”

“You’re… angel?” she asked, frowning. She was solid-looking to me now, her skin pale and nipples pink. My cum dripped down her thighs.

“Thought form,” I said.

“You made a thought form?” She blinked then shook her head. “That’s… impressive for your age. Let me see, a genie… Look for her lamp or bottle. If you rub it, she’ll have to serve you. She’s clearly free of any masters.”

“Lamp or bottle,” I muttered. “That’s so stereotypical.”

“Stereotypes exist for a reason,” she answered.

I moved around the room as Moira squealed again. He had her other nipple pierced. She was naked, her belly slightly curving. My child was in here. I glanced at a shelf. Ivory figures of a woman—Unthaa, probably—a bust, an Arabic dagger, a blue bottle…

Blue bottle.

I touched it and my hand went right through it. I frowned and tried again. I could not touch it at all. I glanced at Mrs. Swartzenburg for any ideas. She cocked her head, staring at me with a frown. Then her eyes widened.

“It’s not an object of power,” she said. “It’s just a bottle.”

I sighed and moved through the room. Unthaa moved to the shelf and grabbed the dagger. Shit, she was going to start cutting them. I had to find it. I went through a door in the back to an office. There was no computer but a ledger and an abacus. I had no idea how to use one of those things. She even had an old-fashioned safe. Like from the safe.

Would it be in here?

“No, no, no,” my sister whimpered.

I shoved my hand through the safe with ease. I swiped around in there, looking for something I had to grab… I seized something hard. That had mass to it. A scream burst from the other room. It wasn’t my sister or Sable.

I rubbed the lamp.

Blue smoke burst from the safe. It spilled around me a naked Unthaa appeared before me, golden chains about her wrists and manacled together. She stared at me in horror, her breast jiggling. Tears burst in her eyes.

“M-Master!”

She dropped to her knees, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed.

“Open the safe and bring the lamp out to my limo,” I said. “And let those two down first. Understand.”

“Y-yes, M-Master.”

I glanced at Mrs. Swartzenburg. She took my hand and led me out. We flew out and suddenly I was back in my body. I shook my head, Mrs. Swartzenburg sitting near me. She looked nervously at Nisha. Why did my thought form unnerve her?

I pulled her back into my soul.

The door to the tattoo parlor opened and the genie appeared naked and manacled. She opened the door to the limo, holding the lamp in her hand. She presented it to me, tears running down her cheeks. Nisha smiled as she watched.

I could feel her excitement. She wanted to enjoy her.

“She’s a real genie?” asked Susannah, staring at the genie with big eyes.

“Yes, she is,” I said. “And she’s going to suck my dick, right?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, the tears spilling down her cheek.

I cupped her chin and lifted her gaze. “I won’t abuse you. You like doing tattoos?”

She nodded.

“You’re going to keep doing them. You’re going to keep running your store. I have plans for it.” My thumb wiped a tear from her cheek. “Serve me well, and you will get your freedom one day.”

“I will?” she asked.

I nodded.

“My son keeps his word,” Mom said and grabbed her hair. “Now, just suck his dick. That’s a good girl.”

“I will have to punish you for what you did to my sister. The clothespins…” They were hot, but… “But it won’t be that bad. You’ll just have to learn your place.”

“By sucking his dick,” cooed Susannah. “Now get to suckling on him.”

Mom shoved Unthaa down to my cock. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my dick. I loved the warmth of her. She suckled on me. I shuddered as my nuts twitched. I had a genie sucking on my dick.

A real fucking genie.

She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled hard on me as she pleased me. She bobbed her head, my nuts twitching as she flicked her tongue around my cock. It was a wonderful experience to have her blowing me.

“Damn, that’s good!” I growled.

“I bet,” Mom purred. “Just please my son. He’s going to change the world.”

“Yes,” said Susannah.

The genie just bobbed her head. She suckled on me with such passion. It was so good to have her doing that. Her cheeks hollowed with the force of suction. She put her all into it. That was good. I stared down her back to her ass.

She had a spankable ass.

That was for later. Right now, I was just enjoying that wonderful mouth on my cock. The genie suckled on me with everything that I had. My nuts twitched. The pressure swelled in them as I rose toward my eruption.

That tongue darted around my cock. It was a delight. A tingle shot through me. I sucked in a wonderful breath, my heart pounding so fast. It was a wonderful thrill. She suckled on me with all that she had. She brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“That’s it,” I growled.

“Mmm, yes, yes, a genie… She doesn’t have the powers like the story, but she can augment things. Summonings. Conjurings. She can outfit your forces with… tools. So long as you don’t lose the lamp.”

I nodded, savoring that hot mouth on my cock. That was for later. Right now, I was just rising toward cumming in my new servant’s mouth. I would have to keep a hold of the lamp in my hand. The pressure was about to burst.

She suckled on me. She nursed with hot passion. I wanted to drown them in cum. It was amazing to feel that hot delight. The genie was just so exciting. I could not wait to erupt into that h

ot mouth.
“Come on,” I growled.
“Yes, yes, make him cum, Unthaa,” purred Susannah. “That’s such a pretty name.”

“It is,” Mom said. “Make him cum, dear. Oh, you’re just such a beautiful genie. You’re going to love serving him.”

“Yes,” Susannah said.

“Shit!” I growled and erupted into her mouth.

It was just so amazing to flood her mouth with my spunk. The genie gulped it down, her manacles rattling. It was so incredible to flood her mouth with every blast of cum that I had. It was just an amazing moment. The pleasure rushed through me. That amazing ecstasy surged through my body.

I pumped blast after blast of cum into her mouth. She gulped down my spunk. The pleasure rushed through me. Stars flashed across my vision. I savored that delight. It was an incredible moment. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned, spurting a last blast of cum into her mouth. “So good.”

She gulped down my spunk. She swallowed every last drop of cum. She was just an exquisite delight. She popped her mouth off my cock, staring up at me. There was still fear in Unthaa’s eyes. I stroked her cheek.

“You will not be abused,” I told her, “but disciplined… Sable is not going to be happy to be dominated like that. She’ll have to be… appeased.”

Unthaa swallowed.

“Maybe you’ll even like it,” I said, opening the door. “Susannah does.”

“I do,” my wife purred. “It’s fun. Come on, I know you’ll love it. And those chains… She doesn’t need them, does she?”

“Can you remove them?” I asked the genie. I wasn’t really sure what powers a genie has.
“I can make the chains vanish, but not the manacles.” The chains melted away. She was left with just two gold bracelets. A fashion statement.

I nodded and headed to the door. Unthaa scurried after, naked. Mom and Susannah followed. I found Sable, naked, her breasts marked with red. She held clothespins in her hands, her eyes burning hot. Moira was lounging on a couch.

“Don’t you think Sable’s nipple piercings are adorable?” she asked.

To my shock, Sable blushed.

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