Forging Ahead

Why did Masters hate Humans?

A few days ago, that question was more of a mystery to Simon Harris than a series of puzzle pieces that tried to fit together in his head. Nevertheless, a few hypotheses seemed to sprout as he dug further and further into that question.

The first answer was obvious. The Masters thought that humans were lower than the dirt they crawled out from. From texts and excerpts Simon’s brain had been able to find or decipher, it was clear whoever-whatever-they were, there was something between apathy and disdain that existed. It was entirely likely that the Masters and the genie were far older than the human race and most likely pre-dated them in some form or another. That would explain a few details and be easy to go on. A factor of superiority that came with greater age and power.

The second answer was less that and more of a question that had increasingly clawed at the auburn-haired teenager: What made human beings so worthy of their disdain? Did humans have something that the Masters lacked?

Was there something unforeseen that they hadn’t considered and chose to stay away from? Something that they didn’t know? Based on the vision in his dreams, the socially awkward Simon figured out that there had at least been one moment when a human could control a genie, which had once created something to deal with a Master’s power. But, given that it was shattered into fragments, including the one around his neck, he had no way of knowing whether it worked or failed.

That raised another question: Jessica was told that she was trapped in a reality of Simon’s own design, but how could they be aware of genies existing previously in the one they were born in? Was this a unique, brand new reality, or the reality that had always been?

Before the photographer could allow his head to explode with the possible repercussions of alternate realities…again…he stopped himself and reached for the seal shard around his neck. Then, like the weight of an anchor, Simon refocused down to his present surroundings.

As the teenager held up the fragment in his hand, he remembered another discovery from the day before at school.

It was made of Metal. Regular Cast Iron, to be exact about it.

At least, to everyone else that saw it, the shard appeared to be nothing more than a piece of iron. What made that attribute so special, though?

As the inquisitive young man paced back and forth between his sketches on the wall and the pieces of Metal purchased that morning, he began to rub at the auburn locks of his hair. The photographer wanted to prove something he had been wondering about since coming into contact and forging magical objects or items. Simon fell into his chair as he continued to scratch his head and process his current theories.

The genies in that battle acted as if there had been a wish granted just before the seal began to drain the Master’s power. Some objects had appeared out of thin air that the genies used that were strong enough to battle against their own kind. Chains made of brass, silver shields, golden coins, but the only one using iron was a human?

Jessica could create iron if she wanted to, couldn’t she? He surmised that the genie could make anything in their reality, at least as far as anyone else could tell.

That led to the question he looked down at on his tablet’s screen:

What was stronger? Something created by magic, or something infused with it?

As proven before with Kevin yesterday morning, when wished upon to shatter, the fragment of the Solomon seal refused to break. The item was immune to Jessica’s power, but it wasn’t created by magic. Instead, it had been forged by a human that he had dubbed “The Hidden One.” While the awkward teenager couldn’t see their face, he watched as the hooded figure battled against the Masters, single-handedly in command of four genies.

However, that didn’t seem like the reason for it to break. More than likely, it had more to do with trying to absorb the Master’s power.

Simon picked up the Metal he had taken out and placed it in his backpack. Then began to pull down and pack the papers he had lined on his wall. Fully packed, he slung the bag over his shoulder and scrolled through his phone until he found the map app.

If this was going to work, he would need tools, more skills, and the correct workstation. Unfortunately, his room wasn’t going to cut it for something like this. Thankfully, though, the auburn-haired teenager had already drawn and mapped out the item he wanted to craft for summoning another genie:

Jessica’s Mother.

Firstly, the symbols and language needed to be engraved would need the proper commands. Next, it would require a strong enough material. Otherwise, Simon knew it wouldn’t be good enough. The seal around his neck had broken under the strain of magic. He couldn’t make the same mistake.

If this idea was going to work, it needed to be done right or not at all. If he missed one mistake, there would be dire consequences for himself, Jessica, and everyone else.

If his sister knew about all of this, she’d probably think he was in **** need of medications. Run to their parents and tell them how her brother was going off the deep end.

Sam wouldn’t be wrong in that case, but he needed to know. Suddenly, the eighteen-year-old’s face heated up at the image only the night before of his sister masturbating and watching him have sex with his girlfriend.

Jessica’s arousal turned into pleasuring her best friend orally, his genie’s words replaying in his head.

“We can be sisters again….”

There was no mistake in his hearing or being overwhelmed in his senses at that moment.

In her aroused state, his blonde bombshell wanted to go further with them, both of them, at once. The vodka-aided lustful haze begged her Master to take both of them in front of the other. His girlfriend’s face begged to be closer, intimately.

Simon sighed as he rubbed his face and tried to keep his brain from wondering what would’ve happened if he obliged her. The young man nearly tripped over the stairs as he could hear the redhead moaning the night before and in the shower that morning. The auburn-haired boy choked down the knot in his throat and quickly tried to think of something to suppress the bulge in his pants.

Sam was his sister. She had been the only other girl that had been a constant in his childhood. Jessica and Sam. Furiously, he scratched at the back of his head again as he quickly locked the door to his house and made it inside his car.

The first moment, he clenched onto the steering wheel with great **** as he tried to get the images out of his head again. Then, the visually nervous teenager quickly shut his eyes and took slow deep breaths before he finally turned the engine on.

It was also hard to ignore for Simon what had been their growing and transforming relationship between himself and the girl he had loved and longed for. Jessica’s acceptance - or further acceptance - that she was born a genie ironically made her act freer in spirit but an overtly submissive one. From what her Master observed, the blonde was like her old self, just as he remembered: happy, bright, energetic, and playful as ever. First, she called to him in the same bubbly tone she had once said or called out his name as a child. Then, when he came close to a meltdown, she had started to hug him again. It was what he had dreamed of for so long.

But it was more than that now.

When Simon was recognized by his blonde cheerleader as her Master, it became clear that she had a new, incredibly potent drive fueled by the inherent need to serve and obey him. Jessica’s happiness was directly tied to him - only him - and the young man knew it. The closer they became, the more sex they had, the more passionate their relationship, the more submissive she became, the more control he had. The more power over her she gave to him, the more authority he had been encouraged to use over her.

Jessica’s acceptance as his, her want to be only his, was not to be taken lightly.

As his hazel eyes looked at the golden band on his knuckle and briefly thought of another question.

Why was there another voice inside Jessica’s ring? His ring at this point, but that was just semantics.

What was its purpose, and what did it want from them?

It wasn’t a foe at this point; it didn’t seem to be. It very well could have its own motives or intentions. Of course, Simon could wish to know, but that precluded the possibility of opening another unknown can of worms. They wouldn’t honestly know, as with everything else, until asking and seeing Jessica’s mother face to face. That fatefully approaching conversation in itself, Simon struggled with picturing.

‘Hi, I’m the young man that enslaved your daughter and now command her to my bidding without question! It’s nice to meet you?”

There was no way of knowing what would happen until it happened.

As the photographer drove down the streets and roads of his town, he made mental notes and images in his head. The town in which Eastlake High School resided was once an industrial hub in the nineteenth century, and the decay that came with the manufacturing jobs leaving overseas had come and gone nearly half a century ago. There were still the shells and the fossils, though. An old Metal Foundry on the outskirts of town, the residential district and gentrified neighborhood where his sister and Jessica were running around now.

The awkward teenager had it all mapped out in his head. Kevin’s old house was in the cul-de-sacs and neighborhoods on the north side of town, his and Sam’s home was more on the central-east side where the town gave way to the rolling hills and spacious upscale clubs and manors that Jessica’s family resided. Eastlake High was on the South Central portion in the city and then Old Town directly west down the main road that ran from the north and south sides of town to the major highway exits or country roads further down old paths.

As Simon got out of his car and shut the door, he looked up at the shell of the old foundry that silently greeted him. It took some effort to pull open the Metal and rusted door to look inside. The building still had a for sale sign on the fence, which meant it was back on the market after the last attempt to sell it off fell through. But, on the other hand, the old green building was spacious and could generate an echo. So he’d give it that.

It also gave him the creeps until finding the circuit breaker to turn the lights back on. Everything looked stable enough, and the equipment shut off still sat ready, but the people who had worked it had been long gone. The auburn-haired teenager began to climb up the iron stairwell and crossed the upper catwalks until he opened the door to the office above the work areas. It had been cleaned out and emptied except for a few desks and chairs, but someone had recently used it for presentations. As Simon found papers and charts, it became clear that whoever had political affiliation with the town had planned to use the old industrial site as an incentive to further gentrify the area by attracting business to it.

As he looked through the names on the proposals, the photographer glanced at the map on a nearby wall. One with a satellite photo on the right and the district and road map on the left. Quick recognition of the details, and there was the High School, and its football field set almost dead center in the middle of town. The teenager nodded to himself as he pulled the maps off the wall and folded them into his bag. Whoever had been meeting here obviously wasn’t coming back anytime soon. As Simon took out his tablet, he sat on the desk and made his observations, then left the office from the way he entered and toward the abandoned equipment. It was easy to see why there was a forge club in the high school. As the teenage genie master passed by the old metal press, he noticed an abandoned above-ground pit full of sand and several discarded molds.

Sand Casting.

The casting method dating back to ancient times was still in use, but Simon would need something more…modern...for his purposes.

He wouldn’t be able to complete that on his own. So as his eye looked to the ceiling, his mind called out to his matured childhood companion visualized in his mind.

“Hope I’m not interrupting, but I need to make a couple of wishes. Can you sneak away somewhere or do something?”

A few moments passed as a bubbly voice echoed back,

“My apologies, Master, I needed to distract your sister with an activity. How may I be of service?”

The auburn-haired teen smiled as she sounded in good spirits. The rest of her morning must’ve gone well with Sam, but he remained skeptical,

“You aren’t going to put the moves on her again, are you?”

Across town and miles away, Simon could feel the heat on the blonde’s face as she sounded flustered,

“N-No, Master! Unless you want me to-I mean! Y-You enjoyed it…didn’t you? I mean, you had fun, right?”

Simon coughed as he felt his pants grow tighter, “Just go easy on her….”

“No promises when it comes to Sammy, Master. She’s my best friend but enjoys teasing too much….”

The young man sighed again as he took a deep breath. As fun as Jessica could be when playful, he needed to stay focused,

“That’s enough, Jess. Are you alone somewhere?”

“Yes, Master,” the tone of her mind quickly changed to sense the calculation in her Master’s voice, “I’m in the back changing room of….”

“Good,” he cut her off and then smiled,

“Since you’re clothes shopping, you’re going to help me by playing a game, Jess. First, strip off your top and skirt. Then stand in front of the main display mirror, just like you were in your stepmother’s closet. Do it.”

“Yes, Master….”

Her internal voice quivered in excitement at the tone of his voice and the mention of another game. She had no resistance to his orders at this point. However, he needed to make more wishes, and she couldn’t quite make a scene. Not yet, anyway.

“I want you to pose in front of the mirror in your lingerie and pretend to be a mannequin. The most desirable looking one you can possibly be.”

“Okay…done…now wh-….”

“I wish for you to hold that pose until I order you to stop. I wish that so long as you are in your pose, you are not to move a single muscle or react to anything and that until you are ordered to move again, anyone in that store would believe you are an actual display mannequin….”

Jessica’s mental voice quivered as he could hear her mind gasp out from the magic being released.

“Did you react to your wish, Jess?”

There was quiet as the young Master chuckled at his genie’s lack of response, “Is the pleasure of my wish flooding your head instead of your pussy, my love?”

“…yes…Master…can’t…mind…pleasure….”

She couldn’t move her body, and she couldn’t react, but she could still feel it - all of it. The cheerleader was locked in place, and Simon pictured her standing in front of the full-body mirror as patrons passed by her, completely unaware. The way her voice replied and struggled to organize her own thoughts.

“Remember, Jess. Mannequins can’t talk or move…completely still…without thought….”

Onto business, then, the awkward teenager nodded to himself. Although, his mind continued to picture how his girlfriend looked in her current state. Another game to play for the cheerleader as her Master continued his work to aid her.

First, he needed to know what he was dealing with, “I wish my brain would be able to handle the absorption of knowledge without causing loss of brainpower, illness, or physical stress.”

Simon took a deep breath as he acknowledged that even with that wish, this was going to hurt,

“I wish I had a comprehensive and complete human history of metallurgy, including knowledge of casting, forging, both ancient and modern.”

The young man felt like his head turned into an iron ball as he fell to the floor with his neck bending backward. His eyes blacked out due to the blood flow into his head and the headache passed. The awkward teenager gasped for air as he snapped his eyes open and sat up. The rush of knowledge swirled in his brain as he pulled out the metal bar from his book bag. The teenager tapped the bar against the floor and then listened to the sound and ran his finger over it.

There weren’t any impurities in this steel.

He let out a laugh in disbelief. Five minutes ago, he would have no idea how to even know that the Bronze Age required large amounts of tin or how gold was one of the easier metals for bronze casting. Likewise, the awkward boy wouldn’t have known that Tungsten wasn’t discovered until the 18th century, or how Chinese steel was made in furnaces in people’s backyard’s during Mao’s Great Leap Forward….

But now, Simon Harris knew the history, techniques, and nature between humanity and Metal.

Now he could forge and build his own items when needed, but that required tools. Especially one that he had in mind.

“I wish whoever was in charge of the old town forge had ordered a custom 3D metal printer from an industry leader. I wish it was installed in the office last week, with laser cutter included and a user interface left open by accident.”

The photographer, now metal-head, made his way back upstairs into the office above the catwalks and elevator again. As he walked in, his eyes widened at the back wall now had a grey and white casing that looked like an old computer wall if it had been modernized and given a vending machine door and touchscreens.

As the teenager walked over to the large machine, he found the screen, and access was left open. The auburn-haired obsessive quickly input his own profile and ability to access the system via the cloud and internet.

Now it was time to play.

The genie felt like her head was about to explode. Her eyes wanted to roll back into her head as she remained frozen in place in front of the mirror, displayed like a mannequin that wore clothes just outside the changing area.

Jessica’s hips were accentuated. She bent and twisted her back to display her assets as best she could, her head tilted to the side as her face remained stuck in a lustful stare at herself. The blonde was frozen stiff, unable to move, or react, but she could still feel everything.

“Wow, I can’t believe they left a display in front of the mirror-like that,” a middle-aged woman observed as she entered.

Her friend dressed, still fresh from a yoga class and smoothie run, nearly ran over to touch the blonde’s underwear as she marveled at it,

“Oh my gosh, Carrie. Look at this lingerie set, though. It’s gorgeous!”

The woman with her short brown hair and long nails tugged and felt up the bombshell, completely unaware she was groping the Head Cheerleader of the local high school. Her fingers touching and feeling the smooth black fabric and golden patterns made Jessica want to shiver. The genie’s mind was assaulted by the sensory overload caused by the wish.

“Feel these panties. I can’t tell if this is all silk or partially satin….”

The other woman, built shorter and broader, came in from behind and looked at the blonde mannequin as she scoffed,

“Do you think the proportions on this thing are even real? I mean, look at this….”

Jessica felt her brain ready to blow steam out her ears as the stranger began to grab and grope at her stiffened breasts to make a point. Then, the women stuck their hands underneath her bra cups to get a better feel, unknowingly groping the blonde cheerleader believing her skin to be unfeeling plastic.

“Does anyone really expect someone to have a body like this to fit in? Pretty sure some pervert designed this display.”

There was no way to move her face to frown. The genie could not puff her cheeks or turn red in protest. She couldn’t react to any of it. The sheer embarrassment that her reaction would portray would be useless. She was a mannequin; mannequins couldn’t think. They couldn’t move or react. Anyone and everyone could approach her without knowing, as these two middle-aged friends continued to examine her lingerie while unknowingly feeling the teenager up. Master wanted her to be on display.

Jessica’s ears could hear her phone vibrating in the changing booth where she left her clothes and purse. Sam was still trying on clothes and modeling herself in the stall next to her. Her best friend would be annoyed that she went missing with her clothes on the floor! Usually, the anxiety would get to her, the panic would be apparent, but the genie was now a mannequin.

Simon said mannequins didn’t think, didn’t react. He wished his genie to strip and be displayed. Master wanted her to be on display, and strangers were envious of her lingerie, wanted the set her childhood friend snapped into existence that morning. The thing he had made exclusively for her. They praised it, which made her feel pride.

“Don’t get jealous of a mannequin, Carol. I think it looks fabulous.”

Jessica wanted to thank the woman that continued to pull and tug at her underwear, feel her up absentmindedly, for the compliment. Then, to ask if they approved of her Master’s taste in dressing her.

“Hm, maybe we should ask the manager if they have any of this in stock.”

“You’re hopeless, Jen….”

The genie’s thoughts spun like a top, whirling and spinning as her feelings overpowered them once more. Simon was up to something, and she would typically ask herself questions about why he wanted an old, outdated factory to have a new 3D Printer, why he was there, or what his plan was…

…but she was a mannequin, and mannequins didn’t think.

The blonde’s focus became lost in the trapped energy and state she was now. The woman in the changing room attempted to pull her panties off and then pulled them back up until they fit snuggly on her body.

“Darn. I’ll have to check to see if there are then.”

The two women pulled away and walked out as they left the teenager frozen in her spot. Again her phone went off, provoking her friend. Sam groaned and barked out an annoyed demand,

“Jess! Answer your phone, girl!”

The redhead had no idea her brother had frozen the blonde in front of the mirror outside, how her back and head were posed, her legs displayed, emerald eyes froze in place, and her arms and fingers were still and affixed like a branch to a tree.

“I wish I had an exact copy of this that did not break.”

Again her body suppressed its reaction and sent it straight into Jessica’s brain. She could still feel the energy and the pleasure of her wishes, but her body refused to move or react. The genie’s brain began to picture its Master again, begged for Simon to release her so that she could be fucked and give herself the release the cheerleader now craved. The fact that her body could not react or move made the head cheerleader feel even hotter. Mannequins could not think, could not move.

“I wish this item would do as written upon it.”

Her vision started to go white even as she remained frozen, but Jessica’s mind began to drift, the pleasure inside it driving her urges as she felt them pushing her again. There was now only one thing her brain could register, the only word that overpowered her brain.

“Massssssssssssssssterrrrrrrrrrrrrr….”

It bounced against the walls over her skull repeatedly, again and again, on a loop. Nothing else. The pleasure of his wishes continued to be unrelenting as she remained still.

“I wish this hammer could break magic-filled metal.”

So good. It felt so good that the cheerleader couldn’t process the questions to ask why her Master wished for such strange things. Yet Jessica couldn’t bring herself to care. It was not her place to question her Master’s methods. He was in control.

Her friend and Master’s sibling sighed in frustration as her phone rang,

“Oh. Hi, Mrs. Edwards, what’s up?” the redhead’s voice greeted.

Jessica’s brain remained under **** from pleasure as she tried to listen to her friend’s voice. Stephanie’s title being uttered nearly snapped the blonde mannequin’s attention away. Sam’s voice sighed as she began to talk back and forth with her stepmother.

“Yeah, I’m with her right now. Why?”

The redhead stepped out of the changing room as she pushed the door open to the blonde’s area, finding only her purse and clothes, then rolling her eyes,

“She’s off running around again looking for the right outfit probably…I’ll tell her to call you back….”

Jessica’s eyes remained frozen as she caught a glimpse of her friend in the mirror, the leather pants and matching crop top clung to every curve and muscle of the redhead’s body. Her best friend’s green-blue eyes glanced over at the frozen blonde in front of the mirror and began to trace a finger curiously over her.

If the cheerleader could move, she’d react to a pleasurable chill running down her spine. The young woman then propped her elbow unwittingly onto the genie’s shoulder and continued to speak right next to her as the sound of her stepmother’s voice could be heard from the other side,

“Yeah, yeah…that’s partially my fault, unfortunately. I brought Jess home with me so she wouldn’t be alone, and she started talking to my brother again…she’s pulling Simon around everywhere….”

Sam nodded her head as she twirled her ponytail with a finger and rolled her eyes, “To be honest, Mrs. Edwards? I don’t know if that should be any of my business….”

The red bombshell pulled the phone away from her ear and rubbed her forehead while leaning against the blonde mannequin, “I wish you’d get back here already, Jess….”

She then put the phone back up to her ear after another heavy sigh, the faux-smile present on her friend’s face followed by the faux-pleasant tone,

“Actually, I haven’t seen them this happy in a long time. I didn’t realize she hadn’t been home since last week. Simon never mentioned that to me. I’ll let her know, really! There’s no need for you to come to pick us up!”

Stephanie was looking for her. Jessica remained frozen as she tried to process the information being overheard.

“I wish for this item to do exactly as written upon it.”

Her vision went white again as two other voices spoke. Sam quickly hurried back and slammed the changing door behind her so as not to be seen in her new clothes.

“So where should we put this thing, boss?” a young woman’s voice asked.

The genie felt a hand grip her underwear and rub down her legs. An older woman that sounded familiar smiled,

“Something this gorgeous doesn’t belong back here, dear. Get Gregory’s help and put it next to the spring wear display in the window. It’ll be perfect.”

Master’s work was about to be displayed to the whole town.

Well, now things were getting more intriguing.

Simon’s eyes widened as he held up the hammer curiously and then down at the two pieces of Metal he had on the table in front of him. He spent a reasonable amount of time etching the genie symbols into its surface and then wished to be imbued. The other he wished into existence to be a piece of unbreakable Metal.

The sound of instrumental music playing into his headphones drowned the outside world's noise out, the hums of the 3D printer and its systems working in the background. As the eccentric high schooler looked down at the Metal again, he had found his answer.

He had built up a sweat upon wishing for the hammer, losing his overshirt as the dorkish teen delivered repeated blows to both metal bars.

After several tests, neither had broken or had a trace of damage. However, the magical hammer had done its job against the Metal wished for out of thin air. One good swing had smashed it into pieces, but the same couldn’t be said for the imbued item.

After repeated attempts, even several failed wishes for the item to be broken, the small brick-looking metal slab remained without a scratch. Simon’s eyes widened and focused on the object as he picked it up off the table and examined his latest discovery.

“So, a magical item wished for existence can be broken with another magical item or more magical energy, but an item made without magic and imbued with purpose can’t….”

The auburn-haired teenager sat back and wrote down his latest findings on his tablet and then turned his focus back to the 3D printer waiting to upload a potential design. The socially-awkward genie master then looked over his render again as he placed the metal materials needed from his bag into the machine.

Unfortunately, his progress was interrupted as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He scrambled, caught off guard, and removed his headphones from his head when his ringtone suddenly replaced the music. His sister’s name and photo popped up on the screen,

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey. Have you seen your girlfriend lately?”

Simon shook his head as if his sister was standing in front of him,

“She said something about shopping with you? I’m working on something right now, though.”

“Well. I can’t reach her, and neither can her parents. She left her phone and purse with me. Listen, Simon. Her Stepmom was very insistent on her coming home to check-in. I don’t know what’s gotten into her now, but she hasn’t been home lately. Her Stepmom is about to drive over to find Jessica in the store herself. So I’m not sure where she is! Did you have any plans or anything?”

The teenager sighed in frustration at the mention of his genie’s family. Stephanie would be another obstacle for them to overcome, like her biological parents. His uploaded design would take time for the printer to complete when it was ready. Less than a day if he was lucky.

“We were going to hang out more later. Do you think she left the store?”

“Nah. Probably got lost in the sweaters again. Your girlfriend probably has some thoughts about taking advantage of my little brother…I should probably recheck the swimsuit section….”

Simon’s shoulders slumped, his voice sighed heavily as he rolled his eyes backward,

“Saaaaammmmm, give it a rest with that, would you?”

His sister snickered and then spoke in a not-so-innocent tone, “Aw, Simon! You know how much I love my bestest brother in the whole world, don’t you? Your girlfriend is not as innocent as you are!”

“And you are?”

“Never said that. Better go track her down before her Stepmom does, though…byeeeeeeee.”

The phone clicked as Simon’s scowl quickly turned to a satisfied smile. He knew precisely where his girlfriend was.

“Have you moved, Jess?”

Silence.

“Jess?”

The photographer sighed and then allowed his face and eyes to firm up,

“Answer your Master, genie. Have you moved?”

“No…No, Master….”

Oh fuck, Simon’s eyes widened as his pants began to stretch at the sound of his blonde bombshell’s voice. She struggled to even form the words and thoughts, her mind so aroused and paralyzed the cheerleader wasn’t even trying to hold on. In that case, the only thing to do was to go along with it. Simon’s body tensed as his eyes darkened,

“Have you been moved away from your mirror? Answer.”

“Yes….”

“Where are you now? Answer me.”

“In…In the window…in front…people….”

His face felt hot, and he unzipped his pants to let his erect shaft free at the idea of his Jessica up on a pedestal.

“Everyone…can see me…they can…touch me…but I do nothing…I think nothing….”

“That’s right, and what do they call you, mannequin?”

“Sexy…pretty…hot…want my…lingerie…want to…take it…so many eyes…everyone is watching me…walking up to me…looking at me…touching me….”

Simon grinned at the idea and let out a grunt. Jessica was in front of everyone, propped up in the way he saw her, just as he wanted and displayed, but they couldn’t have her.

Sure, they could look at her, watch her, but they couldn’t have her. She didn’t belong to them, any of them. She wasn’t theirs.

“Come to me, Jess. Come to me at once. Now!”

Within seconds, the blonde in her lingerie appeared and fell over onto the table next to her Master’s tablet, still frozen, still unmoving. He smiled at her ravishing beauty, unparalleled and unequal to any in his eyes. The alluring and attractive pose the future prom queen had taken upon his orders,

“Come here and earn your reward, my love. Move. That’s it, Jess. Come to me. Come. Move.”

Slowly, the cheerleader began to move again in rigged movements. Her body struggled, almost like a marionette on strings, until standing up to face him. Her legs collapsed from the pleasure as her eyes rolled over, gasping and screaming out in pleasure as her cries grew. Finally, her legs gave out as she began to soak herself and leak more and more as if a mop bucket spilled onto the floor beneath her now gelatinous leg muscles. The blonde’s face was covered in tears and drool as she desperately opened her mouth and sloppily shoved her face onto his cock.

He grabbed the top of her scalp to keep her head up, “S-So much…so much, Master! Ha! I felt so much! So much, Master! Master! Mmph! Mmm!”

Simon watched as his girlfriend, lost in a pleasurable frenzy and freed from her frozen state. His closest friend, his lover, clawed and pressed against him desperately as the cheerleader tried to blow him as best she could. As he reached a hand to stroke through her hair, his hazel eyes could see through the lust, the drool, and fluids on his genie’s face.

His Jessica was smiling.