Awry oft go the best laid plans

Mark looked around. No immediate changes to the last command.

Jo’s head continued to bob up and down. She could get maybe a third of the way down before she started gagging, and then she’d push further.

A few more seconds, however, and he noticed the change. Jo looked up at him, mouth filled with cock, eyes wide open. The gagging and desperation had **** more tears onto her cheeks, and her mascara-blurred raccoon eyes had grown even more erotic. Her attack on his cock slowed. Mark quit worrying he was going to puncture her throat. More importantly, her eyes were gradually getting less dull. “Awesome,” Mark thought.

Mark ripped open the condom that had magically appeared next to his hip. This was going to be great.

He pulled his cock from her mouth. She looked more alert but was still clearing cobwebs. He pressed the condom onto the head of his dick. The condom looked absurd, like someone had taken a tiny beret and put it on the top of an adult’s head. It would never fit. He began to summon genie for some jumbo-sized condoms. He also wanted to add a wish that would ensure that Jo wanted to get fucked. Maybe that’d be the only way she can cum? And he should definitely get rid of the rule that she’d die if he didn’t cum; the desperation was a little much. Or had he asked for that to be changed? He suddenly couldn’t remember exactly what he’d wished for. Something about her having to do anything he asked? What else? He couldn’t remember.

He did recall, however, that he’d told the genie to leave them alone for half an hour. Uh oh.

She pulled away and looked at him. Eyes clear, she looked like her normal self.

“God, Mark, what is going on?“ She pulled fingers from her left hand out of her pussy and fingers from her right hand out of his asshole. She looked at her hands as if they didn’t belong to her. She looked down at Mark’s huge, hard dick. She looked puzzled. She gulped. All at once she began to cry, scream, and get off the bed.

Mark pulled his hand out of her hair. “Jo, I command you not to get off the bed or make any loud noises. You still have all the other commands from before.”

Tears streamed down her face.

Looking confused, she clutched his dick with one hand. It was too thick for her to get a good grip. “Do you like my being mesmerized by your cock?” She was hoarse and hesitant, as if words were being **** out of her. “Do you like having me blow this hard wonderful cock? Do you like seeing me rub myself, “ she said, returning a hand to her pussy. “I’d do anything to get you to cum.” She licked his head. She showed her teeth. “Do you wonder if I might bite your dick in half?”

Mark was getting a bad feeling about this, but his cock remained stubbornly hard.

“Genie,” he said, “I wish Jo to go to sleep.”

No response, except that she pulled her mouth away, and asked, “who’s Jeannie?”

At that same moment, her fingernails clawed at his face. He felt blood trickle. He tried to grab her hand, but it was crazed. She scratched again. “Jo,” he said, “I command you not to scratch me.”

He watched her clawed hand stop in midair. Amazing, he thought. He should have gotten a clearer sense of the rules. She followed his commands directly, or some of them? Where’s the damn genie when I need him?

She looked at her hand, briefly, brought it next to her ear, and punched him as hard as she could in the face. His nose felt broken. “Don’t hit me,” he shouted again. She moved to crush his balls with her knee. “Jo, I command you to stop hurting me in any way. You must rest quietly.”

Looking enraged but guided by invisible forces, Jo sat next to Mark, her hand in his crotch. With a sob, she leaned again towards his still-hard cock, ready to continue a blowjob that was, by now, **** for both of them.

He thought back to his last command. His nose hurt. How much time until the genie returned? Shit.

Her mouth wetly caressed him, and she moaned, perhaps in pleasure, perhaps in pain.

“Stop,” he said. “I command you to just stop. Don’t blow me. Let go of my dick. Just stay still, and quietly sit next to me. I will explain everything, but for now, you need to feel relaxed. Go to sleep.”

“Are you out of your goddamned mind? Go to sleep?”

She glared at him.

She did stop blowing him, however, which was a relief all around. But she couldn’t seem to let go of his dick, and her other hand returned to stroking her pussy that was, to Mark’s eye, looking red and sore. Her desperation seemed to have eased up a bit. She seemed a little less panicky. These rules, he thought, were way too complicated.

Apparently having no alternative, Jo bent down and rubbed Mark’s cock on her face. “Mmm. You taste great.” She looked at the twin bed a feet away. “See this cock, Joe? I love it. I love being Mark’s slut, and I love blowing him in front of you. Do you see the size of this?” She held Mark’s cock aloft. Joe lay with his eyes closed, unmoving. “Joe, This totally gets me off. I love your knowing I’m having the best sex of my life with a roommate you don’t even like. You know you’d been the only one, and I loved you. But now all I want to do is be Mark’s slut.” She seemed to be fighting an enormous demon. Thin words squeaked from her throat. “Joe, I’m so sorry.”

She returned to the blowjob.

Mark felt sick. This was supposed to be victimless. What did she say, Joe didn’t like him? That fucking genie. Through mascara-stained eyes, she looked at him with fatigue and humiliation. This was a disaster.

He had an idea. “I’m sorry you feel hurt, Jo, but this will all go away. It’s a dream. I promise. It will be fine.”

She looked at him, again, like he was insane. She continued to stroke her own pussy, **** to cum.

“Now listen carefully, Jo. I command you to step up the pace and focus only on yourself. In one minute, you will cum with such intensity that you pass out for a while.”

Jo let go of Mark’s cock and lay back on the bed. One hand pulled gently at her nipples, the other rotated steadily around the top part of her vagina, where, Mark had heard, lay the clitoris.

A minute later, she convulsed. Doubled over, her whole body spasmed. She gasped for air, mouthing nonsense words. She fell beside him, ****. Relief. They both slept.

Mark was roused by the genie, who was clearing his throat a few feet away.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Mark began. “I thought she had to do what I said, and that she’d forget everything.”

Jo’s eyes opened, but they didn’t focus.

“Mark,” said the genie, “to make changes, I need specific wishes.”

“I wish that Jo go back to the frozen sleep, get her clothes back on, and sit next to Joe. Then, at my command, she’ll wake up, vaguely remembering she had a nice dream. She’ll remember nothing traumatic. Can you handle all that?

”No problem. Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

And so it was. Mark looked at the cozy scene in Joe’s bed. Domestic bliss, except for the ravaged makeup and red splotches on her face and arms.

“Clean her up, please.”

“Done,” said the genie.

Mark stood, and put on his clothes. His looked in the mirror. He was bleeding from his nose and the facial scratches. “Genie, I wish you to fix my face.”

The genie looked Mark over. “Those cuts do look nasty. You should wash them out.”

“Why don’t you just fix them?” Mark paused. Nothing happened. “Can we go over the rules?”

“Certainly.”

“But I guess I need to wish for it”

“Yes,” the old man smiled. “You need to wish for it.”

“I wish you to tell me why you can clean up Jo but won’t fix my face where she scratched and punched me.”

“Ah, the answer to that would take some time, and I think we should move ahead.”

Mark looked as if to argue but instead ripped open a couple of towlettes and washed most of the blood off his face. He considered running down the hall to the bathroom, or just fleeing, but he also wanted to see what happened when they woke up. He looked in the mirror. The scratch marks on his cheek were obvious, and his nose was swelling. “Can you at least make the pain go away?”

Genie handed him two Tylenol.

Mark rolled his eyes and took his medicine. “When Jo wakes up, her jaw and pussy are going to be sore, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Will you get rid of the soreness?”

“No.”

“Can you make her believe that her soreness is no big deal?“

“Child’s play.”

”And she won’t remember a thing?”

“Nope.”

“Promise?”

“Mark, I don’t think we need to get into promises. I have a code that I live by, but it’s also complicated, and there are complications to interfering with the world for an extended period.”

“Wait, complications? You didn’t freeze the world, did you?”

The genie laughed. “Ha. First off, you only asked to freeze those two people. Second, I wouldn’t freeze the whole world for you—even if I could. As I said, I do have a code.”

Mark paused as if to ask more questions, but reflection on Large Questions was not his strong suit.

“Okay, then, genie, or whoever you are, I wish to wake them up. Uhm, maybe one at a time, Jo first. that’s J-O.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Mark sat down at his desk, appearing to read a textbook while actually watching Jo. Her eyes opened, and the genie disappeared.

Jo looked dizzy for a few seconds. She sat up and looked at the unmoving Joe and then at Mark. “Wow,” she said, “I was conked out. How long did we sleep?”

“Oh, an hour or two.”

“Shoot.” She looked at her watch. “I slept through Poli Sci. I hadn’t missed a class all semester. Mark, my God, what happened to your face?”

Mark smiled with relief. She didn’t remember. “Oh, you know, industrial mining accident.”

She began to pursue it further and turned to Joe. She shook him, “honey, you’re going to be late for class. Wake up.” He didn’t move.

Mark whispered, “I wish for Joe to unfreeze, now.”

“Are you sure?“

”Yes.”

Jo was still shaking Joe when her boyfriend blinked. He looked at her, closed his eyes momentarily, and then ran straight to Mark, knocking him to the floor. Joe pinned Mark’s shoulders to the ground. Mark was reminded that Joe worked out a lot.

“I don’t know how you poisoned us, motherfucker,” Joe began.

Mark tried to interrupt, but Joe persisted, “and I couldn’t even open my eyes,” but then Joe hit Mark hard, and each blow to the face was punctuated by one word, “but—I—could—hear—every—fucking—sound.”

Eventually, Joe allowed Jo to pull him off. His voice shifted to quiet concern. “Jo, honey, I need to call 911.”

Mark’s mouth was filling with blood. He’d never felt such pain. His face was crushed. “I withsh them to feeze agin.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeth.”

The two of them stood, hugging, unmoving. Jo looked confused and concerned. Joe held her close. He held his cell phone with one frozen finger on the 9.

Mark looked at the genie. “Help.”

“I need to hear a wish, Mark.”

“I withsh you to explain the rules, and I wish you to get me out of thisth.”