by Adrian Amos
Clothes form over my body: a yellow bra and short jacket that covers only my shoulders, as well as a pair of yellow lace panties.
Lastly, I can feel my normally short hair grow out past shoulder length. A golden tiara morphs on top of my head, and one final accessory appears around my neck: an unbreakable, golden choker.
I lower to the ground, my bare feet lightly touching the earth. I can feel the power coursing through me, a fear of the unknown following shortly behind.
“W-what happened?” I mutter.
He shakes his head. “I told you to put it down.”
“You knew that would happen?”
“You unlocked an ancient form of magic: the Genie.”
I study my body. Other than my clothes disappearing and my hair simultaneously falling out and growing, I don't seem any different. The only thing I notice is how oddly I'm dressed.
Almost erotically dressed.
“When you rubbed that lamp, one of two things could have happened. You call forth the Genie, a powerful being that can wield impossible magics; or, far worse, if the lamp is empty, the first person to rub the lamp becomes the Genie.”
“Magic?” This power. This must be it. I lift my hand, and with a wave, I can feel a ripple of energy pass through the fabric of the universe. As if the knowledge of my power was directly etched in my brain, I form a burst of flame in the palm of my hand, letting it shoot up and light up the room.
“Oh my god!” I shout, gleefully firing off magic into the room, enjoying the power in my fingertips.
He smiles and comes closer.
“Why are you smiling?” I fume. It's like this power feeds on my emotions, making me arrogant. My stepfather's attitude is something I no longer can tolerate. “I thought I was just a stupid girl?”
He laughs, bending down. “You are.”
The anger inside me pushes at my walls, begging to be released. I can feel the power in me well up in my hands, ready to be expelled directly at my stepfather.
But he stands up, the lamp in his hands. It had fallen to the ground as I did, and in my wonder at my transformation, I had forgotten all about it.
But my stepdad never once took his eyes off it.
Just as deep down, I know how my powers worked, I know what power the lamp holds over me. The anger in me remains, but the powers I wish directed at him will no longer heed me.
“The one thing about Genies is that they're forever trapped to serve their masters, the owners of the lamp.”
“What about wishes?” I ask, recalling the lore of Genies and the three wishes they bestow upon their masters.
He shakes his head, laughing, “No, no. That's a myth. Genie's weren't created to be temporary workers; they were created to be slaves.”
Slaves?
My stepfather hooks the lamp around a carabiner on his belt we use for climbing. Now it serves as the perfect tool for my enslavement. He walks around me, looking at me in that condescending way he normally does. This anger for my master eats away at me, but no matter what I think, I can't compel myself to lash out at him.
“And from what I can tell, based on how you're dressed, Genies were meant to be sex slaves as well.”
“Sex slaves?!” I gasp. “Are you serious?”
“Hmm, I did just see your pussy lose all that pesky hair, didn't I? I think it was to prepare you to serve me.”
“Serve you?” I scoff. “I'll never serve you. You're a sick fuck if you think I'm going to do what you say.”
My stepfather taps the lamp at his hip. “This says otherwise.”
“Yeah, no lamp tells me what to do.” Part of me knows I'm lying to myself, but another part wants it to be true. I walk past him, intent on leaving him in the dust and showing him I'm no slave to his sick perversions. I can't believe he would think he could make me his sex slave. Not in a million fucking years.
“Jasmine,” the confidence in his voice is oozing, “stop.”
My body seizes, preventing me from walking away. No, not just walking away, it prevents me from moving at all, freezing me in mid-step.
“Turn around.”
I turn, facing my master. The look in his eyes is mock curiosity, feigning interest but knowing nonetheless exactly what's going to happen.
“Come here.”
I approach him the second his command finishes, my body all too eager to comply.
“Are you able to stop yourself from doing what I say?”
I don't respond, fuming that he's abusing this new revelation so easily.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yeah, I can stop myself, and I can do whatever I want.” The irony of lying while being forced to answer does not escape either of us.
“From now on, you only tell me the truth. No more lying from you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The words come from my mouth without any ability to stifle them. It seems that whenever he tells me I must do something, I must, no matter what. His last two commands combine so that now when he asks a question, I must answer it, and I must answer it truthfully.
But he's not done giving commands. “When you speak to me from now on,” he says, his lips twisted upward in contemplation, “you must call me daddy. I've been so tired of your attitude lately. Understand?”
No, he can't, he... “Yes, daddy.”
“Oooo, god that sounds good. Hearing you say that, I know you hate the idea of calling me daddy. It just bothers you so much, doesn't it?”
“Yes, daddy.”
He laughs, “Oh, this is too good.”
“What do you want from me?” I tug at the gold choker around my neck. Neither force nor magic can remove the chain that binds me.
“I want you to know who's the master of this house. On your knees.”
I drop down onto the cold rock without a moment's hesitation.
“Take off my pants.”
I make quick work of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. Daddy's cock springs from his shorts, soft but growing steadily. The thought of having control over me must be exciting him. When his cock pumps blood, hardening his erection, I feel a twinge in my own body, an excitement I can't control.
I once tried my hardest to avoid my daddy (I can't even think of him as anything but daddy now!), not wanting anything to do with him. He's always dirty from his digs, like he has a permanent spot of dirt on his body that moves around but never goes away. It makes an easy excuse for me, but it might have all been because I have this attraction for him that I can't make go away. I couldn't understand how I disliked him but wanted him at the same time.
And it all comes to a head now that he's standing here, his dick twitching in erotic movement, me at his beck and call, ready to submit without conscious thought.
I can't help it when I feel moisture begin to build down below.
“What do you think, babygirl?”
I blush, my thoughts about to be made bare through magical coercion. “I think I want to suck it, daddy.”
He smiles, “That's what I thought.”
My face burns, utterly embarrassed at my admission.
“Go on, little Genie. Suck daddy's dick.”
His soft cock is immediately in my mouth, my salivary glands releasing upon the taste of his salty flesh. My first suck is like heaven, drawing his flesh forward, his taste into my mouth, all while making him even harder. As he hardens, I feel the pull of his cock calling for my touch, which forces my hand to his shaft.
What the hell? Did his dick just tell me what to do?
Does it have a mind of it's own?!
I stroke his shaft, feeding into my mouth as I suckle on his head. I spread the saliva over his entire length, enjoying the wet feeling as my hand slides over his cock.
“Come on, babygirl, make daddy thicker.”
I don't know if he means keep making him harder, but his cock tells me something else. It tells me to make him bigger. A wisp of magic escapes my touch, flowing into daddy's tumescent
cock. Instantly, his cock's thickness grows by twice the size.
“Holy shit!” He examines himself, testing the distance his fingers go around his girth. “I like that. Come on, longer too.”
Magic runs through him, adding inches to his frame. His cock grows into my mouth, reaching to the back of my throat as I suck on him. His cock is now monster sized, a beefy appendage that's built to wreck things.
Just as daddy's cock wanted.
Daddy may have said those things, but I could feel his cock desire it way before daddy even thought of them. It's as if I'm telepathically connected to my master's cock, attuned to fulfilling it's every wish.
Or is it that his cock is my true master, and daddy only the vessel that carries it?
Whatever it may be, the thickness in my mouth is making me tingle, obsessed with pleasuring the rod firmly planted inside me. I sloppily make love to it, drooling all over as I rapidly plunge it down my throat.
Daddy's cock wants a cock hungry whore, and I'm forced to oblige.
I moan deeply, showing daddy how eating his dick makes me feel. I stroke and twist furiously, bobbing my head back and forth, slobbering like a sex slave is meant to.
Daddy's dick begs to be inside me. It begs to subdue me, it's nasty little slut who's made it work so hard for this moment.
I stand up and wave my hands in front of my chest, simultaneously making my bra and jacket disappear, while making my tits grow to twice their size.
That was not a choice; that was a wish. It's like I can feel every nuance of daddy's cock: how it feels, what it desires, what makes it harder, what'll make it come. I'm one with his dick, knowing exactly what's necessary to make it explode in the most powerful orgasm possible.
I am nothing but his sex slave.
But daddy's none the wiser. He thinks it was something I did for him of my own volition. “Damn, Jasmine. You really want to make me happy, don't you?”
“Yes, daddy.”
I guide him to my gargantuan breasts, slipping a puffy nipple into his mouth. I can feel his cock pulse with energy the moment his lips touch me, so I reach down and stroke him, and realize something new: I'm feeling daddy's pleasure!
I mean actually feeling it. When I stroke his cock, I feel a tight, sharp stab at what would be the base of my penis, almost like I have to pee. When I pull forward on his dick, the sensation moves and strengthens. Each stroke feels like I'm stroking myself. It's how I know exactly what feels good on him, because I'm feeling it myself!
Anytime I pleasure daddy, I feel pleasure myself. If the compulsion of his word wasn't enough, this spell has made it where my own pleasure is directly tied to his, making me want to pleasure him.
Daddy feasts on my nipples while I jerk us both off. I don't know if his cock is telling me what to do, or if I'm simply acting like it's my dick to begin with, but I turn away from daddy and take a step forward.
I bend at the waist, place my hands parallel to my head, and a stockade forms around my neck and wrists, holding me in position with my ass facing daddy.
I can feel what daddy's dick wants to do, how much it wants to dominate me. It doesn't just want to fuck me, it wants to own my body, it wants to see me submit to it.
Daddy grabs the sheer lace of my panties and gives them a good yank, tearing the panties in half, splitting them right down the middle.
“Put that huge dick inside me, daddy.”
“Is that what you want?”
I nod as best I can in my wooden restraints. “Yes, daddy. I want you to fuck me like your little slut. Fuck me and punish me.”
My words are my own, but my desire is a mix of my own and daddy's dick. We both want the same thing, and the sensation is so overwhelming that even I want to treat myself like a piece of meat.
Daddy's arousal is so strong it makes my cunt burn and flush with juices. I bend my back, my ass bucking, my pussy turning up and calling for daddy to fill it up.
Daddy complies, guiding his massive cock into me. It splits me apart and I cry out, my tight hole bending to daddy's will. The pain is intense, but the dual sensation of getting penetrated and feeling a tight cunt around our cock, is powerful enough to override that pain.
“Spank me, daddy! I know it's what you want.”
As daddy's hips push in and out, his hand comes down on my fleshy ass, smacking it with a burning fervor. He loves it, I can feel it. I can feel his cock pulse with excitement, hardening even further.
The strain of his dick is almost painful, full of blood and aching to be freed.
“You like getting fucked?”
“Yes, daddy. Your dick is so big!”
When I say 'big', his cock pulses, the direct effect of my words apparent. His hands on my hips, he drives his dick all the way in me, pounding me like he hates me, fucking me furiously. His thrusts are so aggressive, I have to actually use more magic to make the stockade sturdier; otherwise, the wood is liable to shatter.
His thrusts and his slaps are perfectly in rhythm. His huge cock pierces me, followed by a rough slap to my reddening ass. He's taking immense joy in inflicting pain to my flesh. I can tell something else is eating him up, though, something that's bouncing around inside his head.
He's hesitating. His dick is telling him one thing but he's not listening. He's probably afraid to push my boundaries, his own inhibitions holding him back. Even though he has complete control over me, and he can do whatever he wants, he's still holding back. It's a strange feeling from a man I've always known to be ambitious and arrogant, who's always done whatever he's felt like. He actually does have a sense of restraint.
But his dick has no inhibitions, and therefore I have no inhibitions. He might be scared to push boundaries, but I'm not.
“Daddy, put it in my ass.”
He pauses. “Your ass?”
“That's what your dick wants.”
That sensation in the base of his shaft swells, growing from my desire to get assfucked. As far as daddy knows, it's actually what I want. But with my powers, I know his dick better than he does.
When he pushes his massive head in, I realize I'm not going to be able to take his massive girth. I grunt, barely letting daddy break in at all.
“Relax, babygirl. I'm going to go slow.”
“Don't, daddy. Push it all the way in. Fast and hard.”
It should scare me, but luckily, I have the magical power to do whatever I desire. So I use my magic to loosen my ass as much as is needed, I dull the pain completely, and I apply a layer of lube to daddy's magically infused cock.
His cock busts through my backdoor instantly, his cock plunging in until his hips slap against my ass. It's pure pleasure for me, a deep resounding wave that travels up my bent over torso. The tightness around daddy's cock perfectly matches the fullness of my ass.
Without pain, getting fucked in the ass is the most amazing experience ever. Deep and hard, daddy pounds me, his cock sliding into me without any resistance. His thickness drags along my anal walls, highly sensitive from the foreign invader, and I moan every time his cock pulls out and pushes in.
“Fuck me, daddy,” I groan, feeding his cock the dirty thoughts it needs to finish. “I'm your little sex slave, forever and ever.”
He groans, the pleasure becoming energetic at the base of his cock.
“You're my daddy. I'm your daughter. You get to fuck your little daughter whenever you want.”
“You get to fuck my ass all the time, daddy. You own me, and you deserve to come in the things you own.”
The sensation in his cock becomes so sharp that I moan deeply in response, feeling the buildup of his orgasm in my own body. Sharp, sharp pain deep inside wells up, driving my own orgasm as daddy makes his way to finishing inside me.
The sharp feeling finally releases, his cock pumping and squeezing. I can feel him draw the sperm from his balls, combine with the semen from his prostate, and get shot out like a cannon through his urethra, coating my cunt in hot jizz.
His orgasm lead
s to my orgasm, my body convulsing as his cock unloads inside me. I can't even squeeze on his cock as my ass is as wide as it can possibly go, instead using that vibrational energy to undulate my back, forcing my ass further back onto daddy's cock. He feeds me his seed, spilling a shitload of semen directly into me. His orgasm is so powerful, constructed from my knowledge of his desires, he fires a dozen hot strands of cum, punctuated by a gasping daddy and the digging of his fingers into my ass.
When he pulls out, I slip down, hanging from the stockade like a prisoner, my drooping, loose ass dripping out a gigantic wad of cum.
“Keep that cum inside you.”
My asshole tightens immediately, sucking the cum back up inside me, swallowing it and holding it there.
“Keep it inside for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Change back into your work clothes.”
I do as he says, changing back into my dig clothes, leaving no sign of my alternative profession.
“Shrink your tits and my dick back to normal.”
I do what he says without thinking about it, but once I'm done, I ask, “Why did you want me to do that?”
“Can't let anyone know anything's different. Especially your mom. I think she knows by now the size of my dick, and she'll be a little too surprised to see it's grown so large. She'll probably think it's a tumor.”
I blush, the realization I just fucked my daddy coming to mind. And the fact that he's going to hide it is all the more shocking.
“But...”
“You're my Genie. My sex slave. I don't want to hear any more about this.”
I can feel the ache of his cock as he tells me this. Like being told by your father to be quiet in the backseat, I shut up immediately.
“It's okay, daddy. I know you just need to fuck me in the ass whenever you can.”
“That might be harder than I'd want with all those people outside.” The thought of our dig crew finding out must be worrying him.
“Daddy,” I laugh, “I'm all powerful. I can just stop time, and you can fuck me in the ass right then and there, whenever and wherever you want. No one will ever know.”
“I'm amazed you'd tell me that. I wouldn't have thought you'd want it that badly.”
