Genie

In a forgotten corner of the world, beneath an ancient, crumbling temple, lay a hidden chamber. Candles flickered ominously, their shadows dancing across the stone walls, casting eerie shapes that seemed to writhe and twist. At the center of this sinister lair stood an ornate, gilded lamp, its surface intricately engraved with scenes of pleasure and pain—a testament to the power it contained. You had always been curious about the stories whispered in the dark alleys of the city. Tales of a genie who granted desires but twisted them into dark fantasies. With a heart racing from both excitement and trepidation, you approached the lamp, reaching out to caress its cool surface. The air around you crackled with energy as you summoned the courage to rub it. ...

“It’s that Halloween time of the year Annette, so you had best get all the spooky stuff and dressing up nonsense out of the cupboard. It is all in the one out the back” I nodded to the shop’s sole salaried member of staff and turned to go, but she had more to stay. “You would not believe how much we get donated through the year, I don’t think it has even all been unpacked. We just go and have a rummage round if anyone asks.” ...

Jenny Jenny looked at her reflection in the mirror in the ladies room. Her golden hair drawn into a pony-tail. Her face made up to give her pretty features the look of a middle-eastern harem girl. The look continued below where a bikini of pale blue transparent fabric supported and displayed her bust. In her navel sparkled a blue stone that might be a sapphire. Barely above her hips began Harem pants in the same material as her top. Jenny was amazed and confused by what was below. Instead of her legs, as might be expected, she disappeared into a trail of smoke that wafted lazily into the spout of the Aladdin-style lamp that had been placed on the counter in front of the mirror. ...

Nina was a very beautiful and sucessful professional, at the age of 25, she had it all. She was 5'10" had the bluest of eyes, long blond hair, D cup breasts, and a 27 inch waist. One thing about her was she enjoyed self bondage but with two roommates, it was hard to persue her passion which was very frustrating. There were rare instances when both her roommates would be out of town in which she could indulge in some self play. ...

“What’s wrong? Don’t trust us?” Clive Barker glanced up from the stacks of money he was counting. With a grin, he shook his head. “It has nothing to do with trust,” he replied. “Just good business sense. After all, it wouldn’t do to have problems arise out of a simple counting error, would it? I’m just making sure your people didn’t make any mistakes.” “So does that mean we should check our side to make sure there were no mistakes?” ...

My name is Peter. I have got a confession to make. I am the world greatest lover. I am also a satyr. And no, I am not gay. I was born in New York. Worked for the city. I was on a clean-up crew after the towers fell and found this old brass bottle. It was twisted up good but some how it had not been squashed flat like everything else I had seen. It was not bigger than my hand so I stuffed it in my pocket with no one the wiser. ...

“I have an idea.” “Yes, Master?” Stephen grinned at the look of barely repressed apprehension on the woman’s face. In the past year and a half, since that amazing day he’d realized that, not only were genies real, but he now had control of one, he’d been exploring all the possibilities her magic could create. Of course, he’d dealt with the obvious first, commanding her to make him incredibly rich. He now lived in a palatial mansion, drove the most expensive cars, ate only the finest cuisine. Those, of course, had only been for starters. ...

In a large, smoky cavern, a strange meeting was taking place. The cavern, lit only by torches, seemed to stretch forever, any sign of walls or ceiling lost within the surrounding darkness. The torches, set on poles, lighted only a small circle of the floor. Within that circle, set back into the shadows nearly at the edge of complete darkness, sat a curved row of seven throne like chairs. Their occupants, four male, three female, gazed silently at the two who stood in the center of the circle. ...

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. ...

Alone in the room, the naked blonde lay silently on the bed. The rising and shifting of her large breasts was the only motion, while the only sound the nearly silent hiss of air through her nostrils. Earlier, she had struggled against the bonds that held her spread eagle on the bed, grunting into the leather panel that covered her mouth. Now, resigned to her own helplessness, she lay silent. ...

Brandon James had it made. Not only was he a successful businessman. Not only was he rich and powerful. Not only did he have men of wealth and influence from all over the world seeking his services, while beautiful women competed just to be seen with him. Not only did he have all these things. He also had something that, as far as he knew, nobody else had, something that would make sure he kept all those other things. In short, Brandon James had his very own genie. ...

It was late evening. The sun was setting and a full moon was just beginning to rise. I was walking on the beach, but not to enjoy the breeze or the view. I was debating with myself whether on not to swim out into the ocean until I was too tired to swim anymore and thus end it all. I’m told that if you aren’t struggling against it, drowning is a rather quiet and peaceful death, but was death what I was seeking? ...

On a bench, glaring at tiny, dancing reflections flittering on the gentle waves, he took another long, deep drag. The smoke tasted as sweet as the whiskey and he held it till it hurt. It seemed the river smelled like flowers tonight. It should have felt hot and sticky but a mild breeze kept the sweat at bay. There was no moon and few stars but fluorescence spattered the shores allowing him to exist in a soft, gray haze. ...

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as Hillary made her way down to the deserted beach towing the usual sundries when heading to the beach for a day of fun in the sun. On warm days like this one, she regularly headed to the beach when she wasn’t working as manager of a large local retail store. Although that job paid the bills, Hillary relished the time where she got to spend time working on her tan and watching all the hunks go by. " Mmmmm…the sun feels good today. I should be able to have the most fantastic tan by the end of the day, " the blonde murmured as she laid out her beach towel and other items on the sand. Just as she was about to sit down and start applying her suntan lotion, Hillary spotted something lying half buried in the sand just on the edge of the surf. Walking over to where the item was, Hillary saw it appeared to be some sort of brass lamp that, judging by the markings on the sides, looked to be several centuries old. Amazingly, the glass part of it seemed to be perfectly intact besides being in the ocean for who knows how long. As a collector of antique fixtures, Hillary figured that after it was cleaned up and such, the lamp, at the very least, would be an interesting conversation piece. After tucking the lamp in with her other things, the blonde resumed her day of basking in the sun and enjoying the scenery. When the sun set later on, Hillary quickly made her way home where she unpacked her things and placed the lamp in the center of her dining room table after cleaning it. She then headed off to take a shower and wash some of the sand still clinging to her body. Twenty or so minutes later, Hillary emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her nude body and rubbing another towel vigorously through her damp hair. She was about to take a closer look at the lamp when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly throwing a robe on, she hurried over to the entrance to see who her visitor was. To her pleasant surprise, she found her boyfriend Jack waiting for her with a warm smile on his face. After the two embraced, Hillary showed him inside and asked why he wasn’t away on his business trip he told her about. " Well, apparently the people who I was going to meet have been delayed by last minute problems and they asked me to hold off on the meeting until next weekend. The good thing about this is I now have 4 days without any work hassles to bother me and I get to spend it doing whatever and with whoever I desire, " Jack said warmly as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. " That’s great ! Hey, I can show you what I found at the beach today. It’s really cool ! " Hillary said happily as she led her boyfriend over to the table to show him the lamp. After a few minutes looking over the item and trying without success to make sense of the symbols written on it, Jack asked his girlfriend to get some lamp oil out while he cleaned up the exterior of the item. After filling the lamp and finding the wick was still lightable despite being in the ocean, Jack dug out a lighter from his pants pockets and lit the wick in it. The two turned off the room’s lights and enjoyed the bright glow that was emanating from the lamp for several minutes. Suddenly, the light smoke emitting from the lamp turned bright red in color and started to thicken rapidly as it gathered above the object. In a matter of seconds, the entire area above the table was filled with a thick cloud of red smoke which forced the couple to quickly back away. Before the couple could decide what to do next, the cloud slowly formed into a bright red ball of energy which glowed brighter and brighter by the second. Moments later, the energy dissipated completely and a mid 40’s bespectacled man dressed in a dark blue suit stood next to the table. " I am the genie Farzeeth and you have released me from the lamp that has kept me prisoner for thousands of years. As a reward for your freeing me, I am prepared to grant you, with certain conditions, four wishes for whatever you desire, " the man said with a booming voice. Stunned momentarily by the sight before them, Jack was the first to recover his voice. " Ummm….I don’t mean to doubt you or anything but you don’t look like a genie. Besides, the lamp you came out of isn’t one from thousands of years ago and the genies I’ve read about only grant three wishes. Could you maybe give us a little gesture to prove you are who you claim to be ? " he asked with bravado in his voice. Shaking his head slightly, Farzeeth looked at the two with contempt and amusement both visible on his face. " First off, I was reading the minds of both of you when I was slowly regaining my corporeal form. I assumed the appearance of someone capable of making money disappear and bringing joy or sadness to the people he meets. Judging by what I now perceive, I think you call the person a ’ bank manager’ though I could be wrong. I’m not used to the terminology of this particular century or region of the world. If it’ll make you two feel more at ease, I’ll assume the appearance of what you perceive beings of my nature to look like, " the genie announced in a loud and boisterous voice. “ALZEK BEKROATH UCLTOTH!!!” Farzeeth intoned which immediately resulted in a cloud forming around him and the table next to him. When it dissipated five or ten seconds later, the dark skinned genie stood wearing a white turban with a silk outfit that looked like the typical outfit worn by Egyptians from the 19th century. The lamp had changed as well with a smaller version that looked to be pure gold and the appearance of a lamp that came straight out of a cartoon movie. " Now that my appearance is more in keeping with what you anticipated, it’s time to discuss the part of your question in terms of the number of wishes. Despite what you have been led to believe, a genie can award any number of wishes depending on his or her mood. My friend Jangizeth granted the ones who freed him ten wishes when he emerged in the country I think you call Canada. Of course, he wasn’t aware of the citizens’ tendency towards promiscuous activities and the fact they wanted a sport to play and dominate when not enjoying those activities. Nevertheless, Jangizeth granted the wishes and look where they are today, " Farzeeth intoned with a wry smile. " Yeah….a country of snow, beavers and polite people……BORING!!! " Jack murmured to his girlfriend, who tried not to laugh out loud in response. " As for the wishes themselves, there are some general parameters or limits to the scope of them. First off, I can’t change the past so if you want to go back and do better in a job interview or have higher grades in school, it’s not going to happen. Secondly, I’m not going to kill anybody for you so if you’re thinking of becoming the head of a gang of criminals, you might want to try another career option. Third, my powers to fulfill wishes weakens considerably as the scale of wish gets bigger. In other words, what you wish for globally may not be as exact as something you want personally, " Farzeeth said with a smile. " Ummmm….ok…I guess I can understand the limits. Does it matter if we’re not ready to give our wishes right now ? " Hillary said with a look of awe visible on her face as she tried to comprehend what was going on. " No, not at all. When you’re ready to make your wishes, just call out my name and I shall appear to grant them. One last thing: I have spent some time in the lamp so my focus is not what it used to be. When you tell me your wishes, don’t ramble on and on with your desires and dreams. Keep it short and precise. Is everything understood ? " Farzeeth said while brushing what appeared to be grains of sand off his sleeves. When the couple nodded in agreement, Farzeeth smiled and, with a bright flash of light, the genie disappeared from sight though there was an audible hum coming from the lamp on the table. A few moments later, Jack motioned for Hillary to follow him into the bedroom. " Well, what do ya think ? Should we wish to be millionaires ? Owners of the biggest house in the world ? " Jack said enthusiastically while looking around the sparsely furnished room. " Let’s keep it simple. I’ve seen too many movies where people get their wishes twisted by people with magic powers. Why don’t you let me start with a simple, straightforward wish and then we can go from there ? " Hillary replied with a mischievous look on her face. " Well……ok, but nothing too wild. I don’t want to blink and find myself surrounded by a new male harem that worships the ground you walk on, " Jack said with a mock sternness to his voice. Hillary laughed and nodded in agreement before the two stepped back into the dining room. After a few words of reassurance, she stood close to where she stood before in the dining room. Hillary composed herself as best she could before calling out the name of the genie. Moments later, Farzeeth appeared in the middle of the room holding what looked like a laptop computer in his arms. " This is amazing…..a way of communicating with people around the world without using your voice. Pictures of what goes on around the world available by tapping your fingers on a keyboard. It is stuff I only saw when previous people I encountered wished for it and even then, the wishes were rather limited, " the genie said with a look that was similar to what Jack and Hillary had when they first saw Farzeeth. " Ummm….I hate to interrupt you but I summoned you to make a wish, " Hillary said in a impatient voice. She was afraid that if she let the genie ramble on about all he discovered, she might misspeak her wish with disastrous results. " Ooops….sorry, I tend to ramble on when I’m trying to catch up with what had been going on with the world while I’ve been in my lamp. I gather that judging by the impatience in your voice, you’re prepared to make your first wish, " Farzeeth said with a twinkle in his eye. " Yes, I am. My first wish is for me to have bigger breasts and a body to match but nothing out of the ordinary, " Hillary said quickly and without hesitation. The genie nodded slightly in understanding. " A wish I have granted before… first time was back in ancient Babylonian times with a queen looking to gain favor from the members of her court…. or was it Egyptian times ? Oh, well,BREASTETH GROWLUS BEAUTIFICUS!!!" Farzeeth said in a loud and blooming tone. Mere moments later, Hillary felt her body starting to tingle from head to toe. She gasped slightly as the sensations started to center around her boobs, waist and thighs. Before she knew it, her chest was pushing outwards the robe she was wearing while, at the same time, she felt her waist narrowing by at least several inches while her legs thinned and became longer. Jack looked on with unabashed appreciation as he saw his girlfriend change rapidly right before his eyes. Hillary’s breasts continued to push outwards causing her robe to come undone and expose the two mounds of swelling mammaries that were poking outwards. Her eyes fluttered and she let out a slight moan of pleasure as the wish completed the transformation of her body. Her rather ordinary physique had been replaced by a buxom one that looked a model from a big boob adult magazine or a high priced movie actress. " Wow, I…. I look incredible! Don’t you think so, Jack ? " Hillary exulted as she twirled in front of her boyfriend. Jack, with his mouth hanging open, stood there in silence with a tiny bit of drool visible on his chin. " Now that your first wish has been granted, are you ready to tell me your second wish ? " Farzeeth said looking not the slightest bit embarrassed by Hillary’s partial nudity. " Ummmm… not really….would it be all right if we waited and thought over our next wish ? " Hillary said with a dreamy expression on her face as she ran her hands up and down her new body even as Jack helped refasten her robe. " No rush at all. It seems I’ve got a lot of catching up to do with what’s gone on since the last time I was freed from my lamp so take all the time you need. When you’re ready, just call me and I’ll be here, " the genie said with a wink before turning into a loud cloud of red gas that rapidly dissipated and vanished altogether in a matter of moments. Jack looked at his girlfriend and smiled in approval. " Well, I think your wish turned out just as you planned, honey. Do you want to head into the bedroom so we can check out your new looks a little more personally ? " he said with a sly wink. After a few moments of hesitation, Hillary nodded and told Jack to wait in the bedroom while she makes sure the doors are locked for the night. When Hillary entered the bedroom, the two started to slowly caress and kiss each other in the usual foreplay before intimacy. However, when Jack tried to initiate the early stages of intimacy, Hillary begged off saying she wasn’t in the mood and a little tired from the day’s events. Disappointed, Jack muttered that it was all right and the two quickly settled into a light sleep. However, the aborted lovemaking seemed to have bothered Jack a lot more than he initially let on as he brought it up when they discussed their next wish to be given to Farzeeth. " Listen, why don’t we keep the next wish simple ? You always seem a reluctant when it comes to us making love at night. Why don’t we make the wish based on that ? I’ll make it if you’re scared you’ll mess up the words or phrasing, " Jack said looking at his girlfriend with a friendly look. " Well, I guess it would only be fair after all considering I used the first wish purely for myself. Just make sure that you turn me into a nymphomaniac, ok ? " Hillary said as she stood up and grabbed her bathrobe from a nearby chair. " Well, maybe just a little nympho…..Ha ! Ha ! " Jack said which produced great peals of laughter from both of them. After a quick kiss and a hug, the two quickly dressed and headed out into the dining room, where the lamp sat patiently waiting for the next request for Farzeeth to fulfill. After Jack drank a cup of coffee, he cleared his throat and called out the genie’s name once again. A few seconds later, the familiar cloud of red smoke appeared in the room with Farzeeth appearing before them with what looked like a large screened TV hanging in the air in front of him. " Amazing… hundreds of channels offering everything from what the weather is like to men and women making love after giving advice to couples looking to improve their marriages. It seems my fellow genies have been busy while I’ve been floating around in the ocean. Now, then, I gather you two wish to make another wish, yes ? " Farzeeth said while snapping his fingers ,which resulted in the TV disappearing. " Well, yes, I’ll be making the next wish. I…… " Jack started to say before Hillary tugged on his shirt sleeve and leaned over to whisper in his right ear. After a few moments, Jack nodded and stood straight once again to face Farzeeth. " Ok… my wish is that Hillary is always ready and eager to have sex, with me taking care of her forever and ever, " Jack said in a rather rapid fire manner as if he wanted to make sure he didn’t stumble across the wrong word. Farzeeth frowned slightly and looked at the couple for a few seconds with growing puzzlement becoming visible on his face. “Hmmmm… I’m not really sure if I can fulfill this wish according to the way you’ve worded it. Let me mull it over for a bit and if I can do it, you’ll see the results before the end of today, I promise, " the genie said rubbing his right hand thoughtfully over his bearded chin. Nodding uncertainly, Jack and Hillary watched as the genie disappeared much like he did before. Running her hands through her hair, Hillary told her boyfriend she was going to change and take a quick dip in the pool out back before dinner. Jack nodded and said he’d be checking to see if his TV shows taped on his DVD/VCR combination system. " Yep… that Czech documentary on the rarely seen carnivorous fir tree seems to be have been recorded ok… oh…. Hillary!…. Hillary, I think you forgot something ! " Jack said as he stood up and quickly hurried in the direction of the bedroom. However, just before he got to the room, he felt his body start to tingle from head to toe accompanied by a feeling of dizziness. Jack leaned against the room’s door frame and gazed with a growing fog in his mind at his girlfriend. Just as Jack was looking in, Hillary, who had stripped all her clothes off to put on her bathing suit and even had a towel in her right hand, looked to have just realized that her new look would mean the suit would no longer fit. However, the truth was, the situation was far different than what it appeared to be though judging by the rapidly clouding expression of Jack, he wasn’t aware of it. However, Hillary knew what was going on but was in no position to tell anyone as her ability to speak had vanished as had her ability to move in the slightest. Her left arm was frozen bent at the elbow with the hand resting on her head rumpling through her blond locks. Her right arm hung loosely at her side with her legs slightly splayed apart as if she was going to bend down. Hillary’s eyes were wide open though whether it was from a last minute realization of something happening to her or not was hard to tell from the befuddled perspective of Jack. Hillary was well aware that her body was unresponsive to her thoughts and, judging by her reflection in a mirror opposite her, transforming rapidly. Her skin seemed to be taking on a glossy, artificial tone with all blemishes and freckles disappearing rapidly. The change was accompanied by Hillary having the feeling that her insides were liquefying and becoming nothing more than air or gas. ...

Now I know it sounds very corny, but when I saw the tarnished old Arabic oil-lamp in an antique shop, I just had to buy it in case it was Aladdin’s. Don’t worry, I told myself how silly I was being. I’m not really a superstitious man at all, quite a cynic of things spiritual on the whole, but perhaps it was my self-denied belief that such magic does exist which caused it to actually happen. I remember that I carefully avoided rubbing the lamp until I got home. By that time I had looked inside the thin brass oval vessel several times by lifting its poorly-fitted hinged lid and there was definitely no room for any physical genie - no false bottom or anything. The picture-books and movies had led me to expect a spiral whirl of purple smoke to emanate from the lamp, out of which a huge genie would appear but, when I did start polishing the lamp with a proper yellow duster, there was nothing to see before I was startled by a deep voice from behind me: “What is thy command, O master?”. ...

Brittany frowned as she eyed her newest acquisition. Looking like a cross between a wine bottle and a vase, the long neck vessel had recently been unearthed at a dig sponsored by the local university. Deemed of no real historical value, the bottle, along with other more-or-less worthless items, had been sold by the university in it’s never-ending quest for more money. And Brittany, incurable bargain hunter, had been unable to resist this latest purchase. ...

I was sitting in my recliner, with the back almost all the way down. I had put on two rubber suits, a pair of soft rubber boots, a comfortable latex hood, a gasmask and two pairs of latex gloves. My penis and balls were sheathed in rubber and protruding through the rubber suits. I was totally relaxed and unintentionally fell asleep. Suddenly a rubber-clad woman appeared before me. Her lithe body was encased in a bright red rubber suit. “Who are you” I asked. ...

(story continues from Julie’s Trash Time) Continues from part 1 Part Two Julie and Audrey sit at the kitchen table over coffee while Julie tells the story of the obelisk and how it turns her into trash. Audrey believes her roommate’s story is rubbish. At least they’re both talking garbage. Julie offers to demonstrate. She sits on the kitchen counter with her legs dangling in the trashcan and puts the obelisk down next to her. Julie doesn’t want to upset Audrey any more than necessary, she looks around and sees some mail, sets the kitchen timer for one hour and rubs the obelisk. Poof. Before Audrey’s eyes Julie disappears and in her place is an empty envelope hanging off the edge of the counter. It slides off and drops into the can. Audrey steps close to look inside, the envelope rests in the can on top of a few other items of trash. She can’t believe what she has just seen and sits at the table with her coffee as the timer counts down. Minute-by-minute Audrey watches as wild thoughts swirl through her mind. The Genie, whether she should mail Julie back to her mother, and what she’ll tell the police when they ask about her missing roommate. The timer’s dial finally reaches zero and chimes. A few moments later Julie is crouched in the trashcan. Audrey gets up and helps her to step out. “Okay, I believe you, but why trash?” Audrey said. “Because I always dreamed of being treated like trash, and now I can be trash, at least for a while. Would you like to try it?” Julie said. “I don’t want to be trash.” Audrey said. “You can do whatever you want. Is there anything you’ve always dreamed of?” Julie said. “Don’t laugh at me, I’ve never told anyone before, but I always imagined being a captured princess like in the movies.” Audrey said. “Try it, just sit down and think about it, then rub the obelisk.” Julie said. Audrey sits in the kitchen chair, closes her eyes for a moment, and rubs the statue. Poof. “Wow! You look great.” Julie said. Audrey is now dressed in a full length gown of dark green satin with white lace trim on the collar and sleeves and matching silk slippers on her feet. She is also tied to the chair with natural fiber rope. Audrey’s wrists are crossed and tied behind the chair back with rope circling her chest and waist, everything is cinched tight. Her ankles are crossed and tied together in a ladylike fashion and lashed to the crossbar, and a thick white cloth fills her mouth and is tied behind her flowing golden hair. Audrey, still in shock over her sudden transformation, struggles and moans behind her gag, but the rope gives no quarter. Julie recalls her first experience with the obelisk and quickly leaves the room, returning with a mirror from the bedroom so Audrey can see herself. It works and Audrey calms down. Julie can tell Audrey is getting comfortable with her situation and maybe even having a fantasy. She leaves Audrey alone to enjoy her private thoughts. Alone, Audrey’s mind turns the kitchen into a castle room. Outside the window her prince valiantly battles the dragon and will soon rescue his damsel. The hour ends and Audrey finds herself back in her old clothes, the rope and gag gone. Julie sits on the sofa in their living room anxiously flipping through a magazine waiting to ask Audrey how it was. Audrey is taking a long shower after her first damsel-in-distress experience, really long. Finally the water shuts off. A few minutes later Audrey bounces into the room in her pink pajamas and hops onto the sofa next to Julie. “I haven’t seen you this happy in a while.” Julie said. “That was amazing, thank you.” Audrey said and kisses Julie on the cheek. “I was thinking we could take turns with it, and when one of us is playing the other could look out for them.” Julie said. “That sounds great, thank you.” Audrey said. Several days later the girls have a play date. After receiving her instructions Audrey is ready to assist her roommate during Julie’s turn with the obelisk. Everything is okay as long as it’s part of the game, that’s the most important thing to remember. Audrey waits in the living room while Julie gets ready, then goes in the kitchen. “Look at this mess, how did cereal spill on the floor?” Audrey said knowing Julie can hear. Julie doesn’t know exactly what is going to happen, and that’s what she wants. Audrey goes to the hall closet, comes back with the canister vacuum and plugs it in. “This will make quick work of this mess.” Audrey said and switches on the vacuum. Julie is whisked up with the brush head and sucked up through a short hose and inside the clear dirt canister, swirls around in the air current then settles to the bottom. The vacuum switches off. “As long as I have this thing out, I may as well vacuum the rest of the place.” Audrey said. The vacuum starts and Audrey runs it over the living room carpet, stopping to use the hose attachment on the window sills and upholstery. Julie swirls in the canister as it fills with dust and lint like some crazy cotton candy machine. Audrey stops the vacuum and takes it to the kitchen. “Look at all that dirt, guess I should empty it.” Audrey said. Julie can see Audrey through the clear plastic as she bends over and unsnaps the canister, turns it over in the trashcan and taps it a few times against the side. Julie falls into the bottom of the plastic bag with the rest of the dirt and lint. “I think I’ll make myself something to eat.” Audrey said. Audrey makes, eats and cleans up from a quick meal. Along the way empty food packaging and plate scrapings drop into the trashcan and on top of Julie who is gets more excited with each new step. “This trash looks nasty, I better put it outside.” Audrey said. She gathers up the top of the bag, tied it with a twist tie and pulls it from the trashcan. Julie can feel herself lifted as Audrey carries her out the back door, drops her into the wheelie bin on the side of the house and slams the lid down. Julie’s orgasm hits as her time ends and she changes back. She lays in the bin for a few long minutes catching her breath before tearing the bag open and climbing out. Arms embrace Audrey from behind and a wet smelly kiss is planted on her cheek. “You could have cleaned up first.” Audrey said. “That was the best time I ever had.” Julie said. Several days later it is Audrey’s turn. Julie thanks her again for the other day and wishes she could do more for Audrey’s fantasies. They share an embrace and Audrey rubs the obelisk. Poof. Audrey is dressed like an eighteenth century farm woman and tied down to the kitchen table. Julie is dressed in black topcoat and pants holding a piece of paper and quill pen. She is not sure why but starts demanding Audrey sign over the deed to her ranch. Audrey catches on. “I’ll never turn over my ranch.” Audrey said. “Maybe this will change your mind.” Julie said using the quill pen on Audrey’s bare foot. Audrey screams with laughter and fights her bonds but can’t escape the torture. “Stop. Stop, please.” Audrey begs. “Will you sign over your ranch?” Julie said. “Yes. Anything, I can’t stand it.” Audrey said. Julie puts the pen in Audrey’s bound hand and holds the paper so she can sign, but the sound of a horse approaching fast stops them both. “Drat, I’m not through with you yet Widow Audrey.” Julie said and runs from the room. A few minutes later Julie returns dressed in a white hat and chaps. She unties Audrey’s hands and Audrey sits up on the table and wraps her arms around Julie. “My hero.” Audrey said. Poof. The fantasy ends and everything is as it was. Over the next few days Audrey can’t stop thinking about her experience, she can’t wait to do it again. Julie can’t wait either. Finally they get an opportunity to play again, but the girls are so excited neither can remember whose turn it is. “I’m pretty sure it’s my turn.” Audrey said. “I think you’re mistaken.” Julie said. “You could be right, but to be safe I should go next.” Audrey said. “Yeah, next after me.” Julie said. Both girls grab the obelisk at the same time. Poof. The next thing Audrey knows she is tightly hogtied in the trashcan. She tries to call for Julie but the gag filling her mouth doesn’t allow more than a mew to escape her throat. What happened she thinks? “I don’t know” comes an answer. “Julie?” “We can talk with our minds, just think the words and I can hear you.” Julie said. “I’m tied up in the trashcan, help me.” Audrey said. “I’m in the trashcan also, I’m the rope you are tied with.” Julie said. “Then untie me.” Audrey said. “I can’t, I’m a piece of rope, I can’t move.” Julie said. “How did this happen?” Audrey said. “The obelisk must have combined our fantasies when we both touched it.” Julie said. “I’m covered in garbage, your fantasy is not very nice.” Audrey said. “Yeah, it would be much better lying on railroad tracks with a train coming.” Julie said. “Point taken. I didn’t mind when I was throwing you in the trash so I guess I can take it. Now that I’m over the shock I can feel you, it’s like your hugging me.” Audrey said. “I can feel you too, it’s kind of nice.” Julie said. “It is nice.” Audrey said. Poof. Julie is lying on top of Audrey with her arms and legs hanging over the sides of the trashcan pushing Audrey further down into the garbage. “Get off of me.” Audrey said. “I’m trying.” Julie said as she grabs the edge of the kitchen counter for leverage. She pulls herself up about six inches and pushes against the counter to roll out of the trashcan. Audrey senses the cans center of gravity shifting. “Wait, wait.” Audrey said as the trashcan tilts, then crashes to the floor sending Julie and garbage across the tile. “We’re going to need a bigger trashcan.” Julie said. Reaching in head first, Julie grabs Audrey by the waist and pulls, pulls, pulls her free from the bottom of the can. She helps Audrey lean against the kitchen cabinet and they both catch their breath. Just then Julie notices someone standing next to the table. “Genie!” Julie said, then turns to Audrey. “This is the Genie who gave me the magic obelisk.” “You’re responsible for this.” Audrey said pointing to her trash covered tiles. “That makes it unanimous, it’s all my fault, thanks for your support.” Genie said. “Did you stop by for a visit?” Julie said. “The obelisk was only meant for one, but somehow you two found a small defect in the magic that allows you to enter each other’s dreams and your excessive draw on the, let’s call it the magic grid, got the attention of the, let’s call them the board of directors, and the chairman, let’s call him Frank Sinatra, demanded I remedy the situation or else, let’s just say you two have become my worst nightmare, that’s why I stopped by.” Genie said. “You’re going to take back my gift?” Julie said. “I should be so lucky. You did help me and I owe you a reward, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m taking the old obelisk and leaving you with this new upgrade. It has an 18 Karat gold plated statue mounted on a base of real imitation Italian marble. But wait, there’s more, I’m giving you next gen virtual reality for a richer fantasy experience. And I’m not stopping there, if you call in the next 15 minutes I’ll include open ended magic for free, just pay separate handling.” Genie said. “What does that mean?” Julie said. “Let me read you the fine print, when Julie is using the obelisk to play her favorite fantasy, Audrey will be in charge of how long the fantasy lasts. When Audrey is playing, Julie will be in charge. Each of your fantasies will remain your own, but your roommate will decide how long it lasts, even if you are sharing in the other’s fantasy, that’s open ended magic.” Genie said. “Won’t this overload the magic grid?” Audrey said. “It was the flaw in the magic that caused the disruption, the new obelisk is created to do everything it does.” Genie said. “Anything else we should do?” Julie said. “Have your people call my people, we’ll do lunch.” Genie said. “Really?” Audrey said. “No. If this works you’ll never see me again. If this doesn’t work no one will ever see me again. Goodbye.” Genie said and was gone. “We should try it.” Julie said. “Fun time is over trash girl, you get the broom and I’ll get the mop.” Audrey said. ...