Story Notes: Male to Female Transformation (MtF). Mind Control (MC). Erotic. Dark Fantasy. Mind control deals with feelings/ emotions/ memories not in line with the original character. Erotic as there are erotic acts and sex in the story (as is standard for my writing). Dark Fantasy as this isn't a fairy tale and has horror-like elements to how the story is told.
Synopsis: Ryan has studied ancient Persian lore and has found a way to make a genie. He has someone in mind to be the new genie, but will the lore work out as he expected?
Author Notes: A 3 part story a little on the darker side. I've been playing around with the premise in my head for some years though typically less dark. This ultimately did the trick.
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Author's Chapter Notes: Part 3 of 3
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“So,” Ryan continued, careful not to push her too far. “You knew you were a part of the problem, yet you took issue with the judgment of others?”
“Why should I have to change?” She groaned, regaining her composure as her mind was rattled by the negative feeling. Her cheeks were damp from her tears and she felt bitterness at how weak she was. “I can live my life how I want and they can fuck off!”
He smiled, “What about me?”
She looked at him, her mind in a state of shock. “You’re… fine.” She choked it out before inevitably her mind lashed out at him. Her nose scrunched up as she gave him another glare before whimpering and dropping it away. “I don’t hate him… I don’t hate him… I can’t hate him…” Her mind looped it as she was desperate to avoid the discomfort that was grating on her. In a way he thought pain might have been less horrific of a punishment than the discomfort that was being inflicted upon her mind.
He approached her on the love seat hunching down before her and grabbing her hand sympathetically. It was time he started appealing to her heart. He held it firmly and patted her small delicate hand with his free hand.
“He’s touching me!” Her mind screamed in alarm. “His hand is so strong and thick around mine! No! I don’t want his comfort!” A splash of discomfort made her mentally recoil. “I should hate his touch…” Another splash like a cold bucket of water as she shivered in darkness seeking warmth. “Fuck me… It’s just him touching me. But I’m a woman now! What if he…”
He was shocked by the wave of discomfort that hit. Where previously there had been buckets and firehoses of discomfort that ran over her. She was dunked into an ice cold lake causing her whole mind to freeze up for seconds. It was such a negative thought about him that she hadn’t even gotten to think it before the wish consumed her.
“Alara,” He said with concern, rubbing her arm as she was lost in a fit of whimpers. What the hell type of thought had she had for him? “Alara? Can you hear me?” He was starting to think he had taken the wish too far when her thoughts returned.
“No… Fuck… Only I am sick enough for that.” She thought bitterly as she rocked back and forth on the blue velvet textured loveseat. “I couldn’t help myself. It was so easy and she had been such a bitch!”
Ryan felt a chill. What had she done? “Alara, tell me what is bothering you.” He commanded.
Her violet eyes met his and there was panic, “No, I can’t tell anyone about that! Especially him! He would think…” Her mind tapered off as the compulsion forced her to answer.
“Master, I raped Autumn last holiday part. The rumors are… Fucking true,” the beautiful blonde woman confirmed her face turning beat red. If he hadn’t known who she was and what a piece of trash she was, it would have been a comical statement coming from her. Such a small beautiful thing couldn’t be capable of such a horrific act. Yet the greasy smile of Craig flashed through his mind, that fucker could definitely be capable of it.
He couldn’t help but feel his anger rise up as he imagined the face of Craig. He knew it… They all knew it. He was a scumbag. Yet he had gotten away with his sick act. No one took the extra steps to keep an eye on him. And he got away with it!
His emotional state hardened, his hand froze half way down her thin arm as he felt his empathy crumble under her admission. “No… That look of judgment! He can’t…” She grunted from the discomfort as her mind flailed to stay above it. “Fuck… I deserve it! I deserve his scorn! His ridicule! His hatred!”
“How?” He asked, his voice going cold. She could squirm in discomfort for all he cared. While he had suspected it, on some level he thought it was his own hatred of her that was driving his conclusion.
“She thought she was better than me!” She screamed within the confines of her mind. “Stop looking at me like that!” She begged him within her mind, though not voicing it. She flinched from the discomfort she was slapped with.
“I used a date rape drug that is super potent,” she explained. “It makes them loopy as if they are drunk after about fifteen minutes. But the concoction also causes them to blackout, they don’t remember anything for hours no matter what you do with them. But even better,” she smiled, a memory she was both pleased with and ashamed of. “Most women get uncontrollably horny even if they don’t want to.”
He was shocked listening to her horrific description of violating a woman. “Even better?” He asked, sitting back on his heels.
“She was a stuck up bitch, Master,” she explained as if he would understand. “She thought she was all so important and could do whatever she wanted. It was sickening!” She recalled the night in question, the guilt dripping over her mind like a sludge of ooze. A sick act that both excited her and shamed her.
“Autumn rushed for the bathroom as the sudden intoxication made her think she was getting sick. I intercepted her and guided her to a secluded location. I could see the confusion in her eyes about what was happening.” She paused in her retelling of her evil deed, she shivered and continued. “There was no one around, but I had decided it was going too far, even for that horrific bitch. I figured I would help her get to the restroom and leave it at that.”
“But you didn’t,” he stated, with a sharp bite to his words.
Alara’s beautiful blonde locks of hair swung behind her as she shook her head in confirmation. “She told me to fuck off. That she would rather choke to death on her own vomit than receive help from me.” She couldn’t maintain eye contact with him as she continued. “She couldn’t put up much resistance and she kept talking shit. I guided her anyway, but eventually just kept going right past the bathroom. She wasn’t very much aware by that point. But she still continued her barrage of self righteous bullshit.”
Alara had a surge of satisfaction at the memory she was supposedly ashamed of. It was a contraction where she was both ashamed of the evil she had committed and relished what she had done to the poor girl. A highlight of her life. “When I took her in the janitorial closet she couldn’t put up a fight. Not just because she was weak, but she was wasted and could barely walk. The complaints, the cries, and the eventual moans as I rode her as the whores that she was made me feel as if justice had been served finally.”
She smiled her toothy smile he hadn’t seen since her transformation. “Watching her try to figure out why she was enjoying it so much with me. She even cummed, Master. It was amazing to behold her confusion and joy.”
“That is evil,” Ryan said, unable to contain himself. All his guilt about what he was doing to her was wiped away. She was worse than anything he had imagined. It wasn’t just some date rape where they become non-responsive and he took advantage of them. He tortured her with a drug concoction that made her helpless to him in all ways. “Your drug made her get off while you raped her? Not only did you violate her body you violated her fucking mind.”
Alara first lashed out mentally at his rebuke before quickly collapsing under the slap of the discomfort. She couldn't be hostile with him. He could feel her thoughts and feelings and she was already doing everything she could to avoid the discomfort in relation to him. “I know! I was weak… I fucked up! But she couldn’t remember it, Master. She doesn’t have to live with that.”
Assuming that was true, at least that was a small comfort for the young woman. Yet, she clearly knew something had happened, which is why she quit. “If she couldn’t remember, how did Autumn’s story get out? Why did she quit?”
“Well she went missing for a while and no one could find her until I dropped her off at the women’s restroom hanging over the toilet,” the small blonde shrugged. “She only had one drink at the party, so she probably figured out she had been drugged. I had to hang out near her drink to slip her the drug. I was also missing when she was, it probably didn’t take much to deduce it.” She blushed as another thought popped up in her head. “I had her take an after morning pill, just in case. The effects of that can be noticeable I’ve read.”
Which meant, the fucker had shot his sperm inside of her. “I don’t need to hear anymore,” Ryan said in disgust, standing up while waving her down. Fuck, he was supposed to building a better relationship for them to bond. Yet he only found himself despising the tool more.
“It’s not like she remembered any of it,” the new woman thought to herself. “She had it coming. The way she had looked at me in the weeks that followed. As if she knew what I had done! I shouldn’t have done it though. I’m such a shitty person!”
Yes… Yes she was. How could she both be proud of the horrific act and ashamed of it at the same time? She had been a monster. The victim probably knew something had happened but had nothing to go on. If it worked like other date rape drugs the memories were often blurry even for things that happened before the drug was consumed.
“You don’t take responsibility for anything, do you?” He asked with thinly veiled disgust.
“How dare he…” Her mind rolled with discomfort as if her mother had told her she wasn’t loved. “I can’t… I can’t…”
“This is Karmic justice for you,” he continued. Her mind attempted to reject his words and lash out at him before succumbing to the wish. She only nodded as she whimpered. Though Ryan was well aware that Karma in the Hindu sense didn’t actually believe in justice, that was mostly a Western adaptation of it.
Ryan had picked the perfect person to meet such a fate. Yeah, she was someone he hated and who hated him. But the world would be better without her former self in it. The question was how would he break her? And he definitely intended to break her after what she had done to Autumn.
He looked up and down her gorgeous curvy body, the large breasts hanging off her chest majestically, the nipples pressing up through the cloth that bound them, and the narrow shoulders and thin neck of her bodice. Alara was a gorgeous creature even if the person inside was terrible. He needed to rip the band aid off and get right to breaking down the frigid woman.
“Alara, I wish that you are at peak sexual arousal equivalent to a woman who has been desperate to get laid for weeks and finally found the perfect man to do it.”
Her amethyst violet eyes widened in horror, “You!” She felt the bitterness of the attack, recoiled from the discomfort from thinking negatively about her Master, and then the shame of the date rape drug she had used on Autumn. “No… I’m not a girl! I’m not into men… You can’t!”
He wasn’t changing her sexual preference and he was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to directly change her in such a way. “He’s going to make me live through the same fate as her…” Her mind frantically thrashed against the order. But the magic of the djinn compelled her. Her two delicate hands slapped together and her eyes flared showing the wish had been granted.
Her pretty pink lips dropped open in surprise as her eyes bulged and she looked upward for several seconds. Her hands grasping at the air as she was hit with a surge of feelings her mind wasn’t used to dealing with. Rolling heat danced across her body, aching within her news sex, and a gushing of fluids down to her new lower lips.
Alara’s skin flushed red and her nipples hardened to two beautiful points of love under her violet breast covering. The new woman could feel the pulsations of her ovaries and the tumbling of her stomach that made her feel as if she might be nauseous.
“Djinn,” he continued, happy that she was taking well to his wish already. “I wish that every time you think of me in a positive or good manner you will get a dopamine rush equivalent to the positivity of the thought.”
The blonde woman was panting as her pale purple eyes finally came down to look at him in astonishment. “What’s he doing to me? I don’t ever want to sleep with him!” She rolled as the time she had been caught cheating in school and the teacher had publicly humiliated her for it. “No… I just don’t want to sleep with a man! Ryan’s fine… He’s fine! But the wish… He’s doing too much…” Again she mentally flinched as the slap of discomfort hit her. “Fuck! I don’t want to feel good by thinking about him!”
But his djinn did as he commanded and the wish took effect over her. She might have been a useless djinn in regards to granting his larger array of wishes, but she was turning out to be quite good at giving him the tools he needed to break her.
The new woman closed her eyes while struggling with her body’s desires, “Fuck me, this is eating me up on the inside. I need it stretched out! I need it forced open while someone plays with my breasts! It’s not mine though! I shouldn’t… I just can’t with a man… I am a man! I fucked Autumn and saw her orgasm face as she climaxed on my dick! That… That will not be me! It cannot!”
Ryan sat back down, fascinated with how her mind was splintering into a hundred raging conflicts. “Alara,” he said her name, she cursed internally as she was forced to open her pretty green eyes and look at him. The brunette man smiled widely feeling his plan coming together, he patted his lap. “Come have a seat and let’s talk.”
Her face brightened to a pretty shade of pink as she heard his command. “Fuck him…” She immediately flinched in regret at the thought. “He’s fine… Fucking fine. He can’t really mean for me to do that! I’m not some lap ornament!” She began her embarrassing march to him, feeling her smooth naked thighs rub together as she marched and the sting of her burning slit between her crotch. She was reminded of Autumn and her horror at how wet she was when she was taken. She tried to deny her body’s reaction, not understanding it was the concoction she had drunk down. She had been in denial about enjoying being raped.
Alara turned around, her white skirt fanning out playfully from her movement and her large womanly ass was presented to him. The blonde tried to sit down gently, but lost her balance and dropped her plush butt into his lap. He caught her easily. Feeling the nice compression of her light body on his legs.
“What is he doing?” She thought frantically. “This is so perverted…No, I shouldn’t think of him like that! Bad girl! Bad! This is so wrong! I can feel his dick poking me in my large butt! He’s turned on by me! Ewww… A guy who is turned on by me! His grip is rather strong,” the overly horny woman inhaled sharply as a surge of happiness like biting into a well prepared steak had just hit her mouth.
It was perfect. She was confused, her brain still not able to unravel all the things assaulting her mind from the constant discomforts she was having to the new sensation of female arousal. Among all the turmoil and distress the new woman saw a refuge.
Ryan had rotated her so that she sat sideways in his lap, her wide teardrop eyes looked at him in surprise as her blush continued to spread across her face. He felt his dick twitch eagerly against her soft bottom as he continued to look into the face of the djinn.
“You don’t need to worry about being judged anymore,” he explained to her while gently patting her womanly buns with his free hand. The woman quickly went through psychological cycles of shock, anger, reticence, resentment, and finally landing on acceptance. Within ten seconds of his playing with her back side, she was learning to like his strong swap of her tush versus the discomfort she instinctively felt.
“Do you like this?” He asked, wondering how his new genie would respond. The two wishes worked in conjunction in a way to quickly guide her thoughts.
She blushed, but she could not lie to him. “Yes, Master. I… I like it.” Again the surge of euphoria hit her, not pleasure but more an elation of her mind. Alara was swimming in shame at how she was acting yet couldn’t help but continue to drink from the relief that was thinking of him positively.
He brought his left hand up and teased it over her nipples sticking through her violet top, she gasped. “That felt… that felt so good.” She thought in surprise. “His touch robbed me off my breath, I shouldn’t like that…” Another wave of euphoria washed in along with the teasing pleasure of his brushing of her nipple. “Oh fuck… I need to stop him! It’s fucking with my mind!”
“I’m… I’m not gay…” She stuttered out as she regained some of her composure. He could feel the scorching hotness of her crotch on his lap, even with her legs firmly closed. Her thoughts were aggravatingly going back to how bad she needed it fucked.
The brunette man gripped her ass, his fingers sending a flash of mixed signals through her mind. “Alara, I said you don’t have to feel judged anymore.” A whimper of resentment of his physical grasping of her bottom quickly abated as she ran away from the discomfort into the euphoria of liking his grip. He rubbed her other nipple, getting an audible moan from the woman who blushed more furiously.
“How the fuck… I can’t stop!” She thought frantically. “This body is so agitated. I have to be stronger than this! I have to overcome his manipulation! I hate him!” Rolling waves of a crowd of people booing her. “He’s a horrible person…” A girl rejected her when she legitimately tried to ask her out. “No…. No! It’s too hard… I underestimated him.” Her flailing mind grasped onto the lifeline of dopamine that rushed into her brain. “Why did I ever think I could beat him? He was always better than me!” She felt all the agitation and recent discomfort wash away. A huge smile spread across her face.
Ryan wondered if she had actually believed that? It was hard to ignore their performance and metrics, he had been better. But she had been so adamant in her arrogance and lies, he thought she believed her own bullshit. Though maybe on some level she always knew.
“Do you want me to play with your nipples, Alara?” He asked with a mischievous grin. His balls were tingling from anticipation. Her moans and the obvious arousal of her body was spinning up as well. It was even more exciting to get her to ask for it. Given the state of her mind, he knew she would crave it.
“Play with my nipples like I’m some woman?” She thought in a panic. “They feel so good and his touch…” He could feel her mind try to resist the temptation to think of him, but it failed, “feels so good!” She grinded her soft expansive rear into his dick causing a surge of pleasure to roll up from his member.
She bit her lower plump lip and nodded aggressively as she blushed. “Say it,” he pressed with a determined look.
“I want…” She was overwhelmed by the quick oscillations between negative and positive. She didn’t want to say it, even for her master! “I want you to play with my big thick womanly nipples, Master.” Her face was a beacon of red between the flushing of her arousal and the embarrassment that coursed through her. She knew she had to answer it honestly and struggled with her response.
“That’s my girl,” he said with a solid swat on her butt. His statement sent a shock wave of remorse, followed by anger, smothered by discomfort, finished by a muted acceptance. Ryan was surprised at how quickly she had taken to having her butt smacked and played with. She was confused at how much she had liked it followed by the dopamine rush of her thinking of him in a good light.
Ryan finally grasped her left breast hefting up its weight and squeezed down the fatty mammary like a gelatin stress release ball. “He’s touching my boob! He’s smiling at me! What the fuck is wrong with me?! I shouldn’t want this at all!” It was fascinating to sense the quick feedback of the two wishes on her every thought. Her conscious and subconscious efforts to avoid the discomfort and how she was becoming more and more eager to think of him in a positive way.
He pinched down on her nipples with his forefinger and thumb. Her body wiggled delightfully in his lap, she moaned loudly, and her mind was flooded with the sexual pleasure of his touch on her erogenous zone. “He’s good at this,” she thought, feeling the sip of euphoria that was coming easier to her. “That big thing of his might actually feel good inside me…”
The brunette felt the thrill of it, how easily she was breaking down. Alara was already showing interest in his cock? He needed more of a bond than just that. But it was amazing to see how she was slipping into it so easily. But then her mind struggled for control as the latest wave of euphoria washed over her. “I don't want that! It’s wrong! It’s…” Ryan pinched and twisted her nipple playfully and the new djinn sung beautifully in response. “If it’s just once… My pussy is just so achy and slippery. But can I really do it with my Master? It wouldn't mean we’re lovers… ”
Her eyes refocused on his as he continued to cause pleasure to roll through her body. He was happily squeezing her tit as he teased her large nipple. “Fuck… I love his touch. I love being in his lap. I love how he makes me feel.” One after another she soaked up the sweet nectar of euphoria. Her pretty violet eyes dilated as she smiled at him with her mouth part way open from her panting. She was so warm!
“How can I feel that way about him, didn’t he wrong me?” The distant feeling came back as a slap of discomfort causing her mind to recoil. “No, no. Stupid me! I deserve this! I was horrible. This is only justice. One time… I could fuck him one time! That wouldn’t be too bad, would it? He’ll humiliate me just as I had seen in the eyes of Autumn. He’s so much better of a man than I was, I deserve it!”
How could her mind have broken down so easily? The magic of the wishes was manipulating her thoughts and reactions. She was so overwhelmed she couldn’t help but go along with the direction he was guiding her.
“Cast away that doubt,” he said, staring deep into her lust filled gemstone violet eyes. His right hand trailed up and cupped her narrow shoulders to bring her to him. She was wide eyed as he took a kiss off her lips. Alara was soft, wet, and warm. Her lips weren’t as responsive as he liked, but she couldn’t muster a rejection.
There was a slight surge of revulsion, but she felt discomfort at the thought. Leaving her confused as she struggled with her reaction to his kiss. “I kissed him! A man! It’s Master… Anything he does is alright.” He kissed her again, holding her longer until her lips responded to him. “He makes me feel good…” Her mind tittered before he kissed her a third time. She was floating on a pool of euphoria and sexual excitement.
Alara was still struggling with her sexuality but had quickly succumbed to him being the exception given the discomfort and dopamine rushes she was hit with. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” She responded through heavy breathing. “I am your djinn.”
“More than that,” he pressed, pulling her close so their warm breath teased across each other’s faces. “You’ll be my girl, Alara. You’ll belong to me entirely.”
She squeaked at the statement. Her mind rolled through what he was demanding of her. “Be his completely? No… He’s asking too much of me…” Mild discomfort nudged against her. “No more… I just want this all to end! But… I have to resist!”
“I can’t, Master.” she breathed and he could tell it took everything from her to say it. He was so close.
“Do you want to have sex with me, Alara?”
She nodded her head, “Yes, Master…I can’t help it. You’ve made me so horny!”
“But earlier you told me you weren’t gay, it didn’t matter that you were horny,” he said with a wry smile.
She swallowed, “I’m not… I’m not gay!”
“But you want my dick inside you.” He pressed with a smile. Her face was burning as her lips pressed into a flat line trying to avoid saying it.
“Yes, I want your dick inside of me.” She bitterly thought about him and what he had done to her, but quickly retreated from the discomfort. “I’m… I’m gay for you.” She was deeply ashamed of the omissions, thoughts of running away from such a label earlier in her life due to her poor sex life.
“There is no one here to judge you,” he said brushing his hand across her face to push back some of her blonde hair. “Where do you want me to put my dick into?”
“My pussy, Master!” She said in exasperation. She rolled around in her mind as she had to admit the sexual organ as her own.
“So a dick, fucking a pussy is gay to you?” He pressed as her mind wrestled with it.
“No, but… I shouldn’t like dicks!” She complained. He twisted her nipple back and forth in his fingers and she squirmed excitedly in his lap.
“I’ll see if I can help remedy that,” he told her with a wink. He slid her off his lap and stood up, keeping a hand on her naked thigh. His hands glided up her legs under her white and blue skirt and he grasped hold of her panties.
“Just this once,” she kept reminding herself inside her mind. He pulled the thin silky cloth down her legs. Alara lifted her feet up and he pulled off the small intimate clothing and tossed it onto the couch next to her. “Fuck me, I’m bare to him. There is nothing hanging between my legs. Just an empty eager void. I can feel a hot slick muscle inside of me. He’s spreading my legs open!”
Her thigh parted revealing the glistening wet lips of her external labia. She had a pink tinge along her new opening with a patch of blonde pubic hair adorning the top of it. He was ready to plunge into her, elevating her to the next level.
Ryan pulled down his jeans and boxers, whipping his dick out which was hard and ready given her behavior. “Oh fuck, another man’s dick!” She squirmed, still a conflict between what her body desired and her long established sexual behavior and interests. “Eww, I’m going to touch his penis…” Discomfort swatted back her revulsion. “It’s just a dick… Just a dick. I’ve seen plenty before. His dick will feel so good inside my pussy.” Elation washed away the previous discomfort. “Yes… There is nothing wrong with wanting a dick in my pussy. Just this once…”
Alara was going to be a very happy girl once he began penetrating into her. She was going to have a hard time not thinking positive thoughts about him. He knelt down between her legs on the couch as she was propped up looking at him. He aimed the smooth tip right towards her slit and watched her skin part around his member. Heat and slick soft flesh encompassed him. He had breached into the new woman’s vulva. He was going to fuck his genie into submission.
“He’s inside me!” She squealed within her mind. “Shove it in! Shove it in my hole!” He teased his tip up and down her slit enjoying the twitching of her body and the wave of sensations broadcast from her mind. He flipped it up to the top of her slit and rubbed aggressively causing her to moan. “Oh fuck! That’s too much! That’s my… That’s my dick! But it’s so small yet so sensitive!” He paused as he thought it odd she referred to it as her former manhood. Wasn’t it her clitoris? The new woman came to a similar conclusion, “Oh shit… My dick did became my clit! No fucking way!”
The brunette man chuckled, having forgotten that aspect of her transformation. He continued his thrust up her slit causing her to squirm from the sensation and the mental anguish. “He’s making me feel good by teasing it with his big long penis.” Between the sexual pleasure and the elation of her increasingly positive thoughts about him she was nearly in heaven.
“Alara,” he grunted in satisfaction. “What am I grinding here in your pussy that is making you so happy?”
She blushed, biting her lower lip. “My clitoris, Master.” She answered followed by a moan.
“Do you like having a little clit for me to play with?” She nodded, with a smile spreading on her face. “You’re enjoying your clit more than you ever enjoyed your penis, right?”
Her soft features expressed shock, “Fuck… He knows! He saw it transform! How it shrunk into this tiny little pimple of sensory on top of my slit! I had used it to fuck Autumn and now it is nothing next to his big thick manhood! But it feels so fucking good!” More elation rolled over her mixing into an inferno with her sexual pleasure.
The blonde woman blushed fiercely as she came to terms with it, “Yes… It feels so much better than my dick ever did, Master!”
He intensified his grinding into her slit causing her to pant and moan from the stimulation. “Do you wish to thank me for giving you a clit, Alara?” He was getting used to the manipulation of the wishes to break down the former man’s mind. What the conflict of that question would do to her and how it would force her towards the conclusion he wanted was going to be delightful.
“Thank him?” She thought in embarrassment. “He…” She felt the tease of discomfort as she tried to formulate the thought about him. She recoiled from it as if touching a hot stove before it burned her. “He is good.” She embraced the elation. The quivering on her lips spread into a wide smile. “I can’t blame him, it’s all my fault. I deserved it! It was karmic justice as he had put it!”
She batted her long blonde eyelashes at him, “Yes… Thank you, Master! Thank you for giving me a little clit. It suits me so much better now!”
He grunted in satisfaction and pulled his rod down her slit to rest over the constricted hole of her vagina. Alara wiggled her hips excitedly. The gushing warmth of her vaginal fluids coated his member as her feminine sex was hungry for a pounding. “You’re coming along nicely, Alara.” He teased his dick into her hole before pulling it back out again.
She felt the surge of pleasure as he stretched her tight hole. “Show me your breasts, my sexy girl.” Alara pulled her violet top down so that her large mammaries jiggled playfully on her chest. Her milky white skin was flushed red from her arousal and her skin was warm to the touch. “Play with them. They were a present from me, your Master.”
“Present?” Her thoughts were less lucid as her mind was focused on his spear teasing her vaginal entrance. “Having boobs is distracting and embarrassing.” A jab of discomfort hit her as she thought negatively of his gift. She whined internally before grabbing each breast, squeezing them and jiggling them about for his pleasure. “If they are a gift from Master, I must love them!”
She sighed from the sensation rolling through the gelatin flesh. “It’s not as good as Master’s big strong hands on them, but they do feel amazing.” She shivered from the dopamine spike. “Fuck yes… I just need to be Master’s good girl.” He pushed into her tight wet hole after her thought, feeling her slick flesh split around his cock. She squealed excitedly at the penetration.
“Thank you, Master, for giving me my titties,” she said, licking her lips before sighing. His dick rested just inside her entrance as he allowed her to continue to submit. “I’ve been so bad…”
“Have you been a bad girl?” He said with a teasing smile.
Alara glanced over to her lamp on the glass coffee table and she could see the purple symbol that matched her forehead and earrings completely encompassed in the violet light. He was winning! But she couldn’t reject him. It made it so difficult! His dick was inside her. The thick warm rigid flesh felt so amazing! She should be resisting it like Autumn had with her! How could she have ever called herself a man when she lay there pathetically taking cock like a slut?
“I’m a very bad bad girl,” she confessed. He tried not to chuckle after her conflict to resist him. He didn’t need to look at the lamp to know how close he was to claiming her. He pushed into her, feeling the hot warmth encompass his entire length as the wet tight hole easily took him in. Her insides stretched around him as he buried himself into her.
His powerful arms pushed her legs fully to the sides as her heart shaped ass sat on the edge of his couch. She watched from an angle as his long hard member disappeared into her and she could feel the sensation of her aching twitching vagina taking him in. Minutes of the sopping wet orifice tormenting her with its needs and it finally received its reward. “Ahhhh,” she squealed in erotic pleasure.
Ryan placed his hands on either side of her waist so his thumbs teased against her fatty rear and he began thrusting into her in a downward angle. Alara’s face and thoughts were overwhelmed with the intense sexual experience. “His dick… His dick feels so good!” The erotic pleasure swimming in the elation from the wish. “I love his dick, oh fuck me, I love it!”
Alara’s tits were bouncing in her hands as he pounded her freshly minted pussy. The hot slick flesh spread around his cock as he buried himself deep into her. She moaned completely and honestly as her shame washed away under the torrent of pleasure. Her thoughts more readily perceived him in a positive light as she rode her sexual bliss to higher and higher peaks.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t hold back! Master is too good at this!” Her mind reeled as the pleasure boiled over and enveloped her. She screamed in her high beautiful voice and shook her body wildly. The whole time she could see him smiling at her. He was seeing her orgasm face! She was being laid bare to him! Alara had never been so laid bare to a person before than at that moment!
Ryan had slept with numerous women before. He had never brought one to climax that quickly. Though the wish had put her at peak arousal and he had also played with her beforehand. He was starting to suspect the dopamine hits from thinking positively about him were driving her there faster. It was clearly impacting her thinking about him.
“Good girl,” he called out to her during her sexual bliss while still driving into her without any pause.
Her mind was flickering as her thoughts struggled to find coherency. He never knew a woman’s climax was so all encompassing. He had half believed that their orgasms were mostly a show for the men fucking them. But he knew then how wrong he had been after seeing her feelings and disarray of thoughts.
“Holy shit…” Her mind struggled to see through the blinding array of pleasure and bliss. “Good girl? I thought I was a bad girl? I cummed for him… He saw me enjoy it! I’m gay… No! I have a pussy, so it’s not gay at all. Master is right,” the elation rolled over her like waves on a beach over her feet teasing her skin. “I’m a girl now, there is nothing wrong with enjoying Master’s manly piercing of my thigh gap.”
He paused only to grab her by her thighs stretched out on either side of him and pushed her back further onto the couch. Alara wiggled her shoulders and moved her way up to a full sitting position causing her beautiful breasts in her hands to bounce from side to side.
Ryan crawled up between her legs and pinned her to the back of the couch before he began thrusting into her pussy again. “Fuck… He’s not done! He’s bringing me too much pleasure!” He was holding her off the couch by her thighs, her legs bent around him, her breasts were bouncing against his chest, and she stared at him at nearly eye level as she felt his dick pierce into her.
“I will always love and take care of my djinn girl,” he said before kissing her roughly. Her lips kissed back eagerly. She wouldn’t be Craig anymore. He would train her and mold her into the perfect djinn servant. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
“Fuck… He feels so good! It would be so easy to give in and be his girl! My life as a man wasn’t anything but a pathetic waste of time. I could make wishes come true! The guilt and judgment of my life could be replaced with servitude to him! Submissive to his will.” She was enthralled by a good dicking to reinforce her mind being trained by him. Her eyes flicked to the chain and the blue light nearly completely evaporated on the lamp. “I can’t trust my own feelings… I’m a weak pathetic woman. I need to hold out!”
“I want to be your good girl, but I should be free.” She pleaded between moans, though he could see she had little conviction behind it.
He had only a few minutes remaining, but he was confident he had her. He wrapped his arms up around her legs and grasped each of her nipples and began twisting them. Her screams of pleasure grew louder as her mind struggled to hold onto herself. He flattened against her on the couch back and kissed her.
“Oh fuck… He’s so passionate. My body is puddy in his hands! He’s so dominant!” She was guzzling down the elation while her erotic pleasure quickly soared to her second climax. “He makes me feel so good! I can just forget about it all! It’s too hard to resist him… Why? The time… I can’t hold out. If I can hold out… A few more minutes. I can remain… I can remain a terrible piece of garbage? But if I cum from his big hard dick again… I think I might love him. I’ll be his slave forever!”
There was a tonal switch in her mind that pleased him. Being his slave was appealing to her. The elation of positivity to him carrying her mind along further into that mindset.
Ryan broke the kiss, her moans filling his apartment again. He stared deep into her violet eyes as she was lost in her new feminine pleasures. “You will always have my love as my djinn girl.” He meant it. The idea of the loser she had been was quickly wiped away by the gorgeous creature wrapped around his cock and his dreams of having a sexy djinn serving him. She could be that for him! Just like the show! Just like his dream!
Her eyes widened further and her mouth dropped open and the floodgates opened. The sexual release and elation overwhelmed her mind. She screamed her pleasure in a high girly note of love.
Several seconds of ecstasy before her mind formulated coherent thoughts, “I love him. I love my Master!” He grunted with approval before slamming hard against her. His balls twitched and his dick spurted his load into her pussy. Alara had been broken. The person who had been Craig was shattered and his djinn girl was pieced back together from her.
“Oh, Master had such a big load for me!” She cooed within her mind. “I’m full of his cream filling!” She was so ecstatic to be loaded up with his sperm. He had never cummed into a girl before. Typically he wore condoms or pulled out before blowing his load. There was a primal satisfaction and knowing he put it inside her. He was even more pleased at her excitement.
“I can’t believe what a horrible person I was. I’m not worthy of my Master’s dick! He’s such a great guy! I was blinded by his magnificence!” More and more elation rolled behind her as she rode down from the female climax that had split her mind. All of it rolling like an avalanche across her psyche wiping away any resistance against him. She was eagerly praising him as she dropped all resistance.
He wasn’t willing to pull out of his sexy djinn keeping his dick firmly planted into her vagina that grasped at him. He leaned over grabbing the lamp pressing his finger over the violet emblazon symbol aiming it at his girl. A white spark shot out like the ones used to bind her; it immediately encircled her neck in the copper decoration.
It was done! Alara was truly and completely bound to him. He kissed her roughly, feeling her large d-cup breasts smashed against his chest as he stirred his dick inside her one last time before pulling out. Ryan stood triumphantly over the conquered djinn woman. His dick glistening in their fluids still standing hard as she looked up at him in adoration.
She slowly raised her hands to her neck, touching the copper collar in surprise before smiling. “I was bound to serve you before,” she said with a shy look. Her beautiful feminine legs closed back together as white thick substance dripped out of her pink labial folds. Ryan had given the beautiful djinn a cream pie! “I belong to you now.” She blushed scooting to the edge of his couch. “I love you, Master.”
“I love you too, Alara.” He bent over grasping one of her sweat coated breasts in a strong grip and kissed her passionately on the lips. She moaned and rolled into his grasp. Her mind lost in the ever feeding elation she had in relation to him. He would have to eventually draw it down. But he wanted to make certain her mind was well trained before backing off.
She smiled, shyly. “How may I serve you, Master?”
He pointed with a thumb over his shoulder to the coffee table. “I wish for a million dollars on my table.”
“Your wish is my pleasure, Master.” The new djinn brought her hands together and performed the wish without any hesitation. Large stacks of cash covered his table and he whooped in excitement.
She shuddered at the expenditure of her power. “How else, may I serve you?” She asked coyly, licking her lips, a pleased expression on her lips.
“We have the rest of our lives to find that out,” he said looking back at her. “How hard was that?’
“As difficult as it was before.” She answered, sounding upset she couldn’t do more for him.
“But, much better results.” He pressed. “One more wish for today.” He held up a finger. “I wish for super natural sexual stamina that I could go all day without depleting myself.”
Her smile widened, “Your wish is my pleasure.”
He felt his fatigued testicles tingle with renewed vigor and his softening dick hardened. “It most certainly will be.” Her thoughts had radically changed from that of Craig, but he could still pick up patterns in how she went about thinking of things. Would the garbage human being ever remerge? Ryan would just have to fuck Alara back into place if the old terrible personalty came back. She was perfect. He would keep her happy, always. The magic and mysteries of Alarna were now open to him.
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