A Fantasy of and Lust

"Okay... okay... I think I'm ready..."

"As am I, sir. Please, name your wish. Any wish at all!"

After two or three or more swigs of rum right from the bottle Nick felt... well, still as confused and disoriented as ever, but now possessed of the brazen confidence to do the impossible that only **** granted. Because he just summoned a motherfucking slime genie out of nowhere to grant him wishes! It was a miracle he didn't die from pure shock.

Nick looked at R'rana, blushing slightly, before rambling. "So, um... there's this movie called Aladdin... do you know what a movie is?"

R'rana smiled brightly and said with utter confidence, "I do not, Master."

"'Kay... uh, so... there stories and - that's not important." Earlier embarrassment combined with present confusion and a slight alcoholic buzz made his thoughts slosh around in an incoherent storm. He breathed and started again. "In the story, there's a genie, and one of his rules is he can't make people fall in love. Do you have any restriction like that?" R'rana just giggled cutely.

"Oh, that is no matter." She explained breezily. "The hearts and minds or mortals are easy to manipulate and change. I can make anyone fall in love with anyone. Make anyone think or do anything. My only restrictions are the five rules outlined earlier."

While that knowledge should have horrified Nick, that such a fantastical being as a genie existed and could easily alter how anyone anywhere thought, it instead watered a seed of an idea in his mind, blooming into a flower in a hurry. Because, in truth, after excepting that R'rana was real and her power was real, Nick always knew what he wanted out of it.

"Okay, R'rana, my first wish!" Nick declared with gusto and bravado. His skin flushed, his mind focusing on the future, he could feel his cock grow hard again. Unlike earlier, R'rana made no attempt to humiliate him for such a reaction ever again.

"I wish that bitch Sasha Banks were here and that her mind was entirely within my power!"

R'rana smiled and tittered happily, clapping her hands twice. "Wish granted!"

The claps echoed like thunder, ripples of energy unleashed into the air, and when it all receded, there stood Sasha Banks in the flesh, dressed in the same jeans and top as she was earlier in the day. Just as beautiful as ever, her perfume as lovely as ever, but now the contempt on her face was replaced by confusion. She whipped her head around wildly in confusion.

"What in the world is going -" Quickly, her eyes fell upon Nick, the revulsion returning, mixed in with her confusion, fear and anger. "You! What did -"

Sasha stopped again, freezing in her tracks, falling silent. She wobbled before her body went stiff. All of the emotion fled from her face, replaced with blank serenity with her lips pursed together, hands at her side, eyes staring blankly into the distance. In those empty eyes, Nick could see the irises radiate a bright purple, and impossible, unnatural colour.

Finally, after a tense minute, Nick remembered to breath. Remember his heart wasn't suppose to be lodged in his throat. "That... what happened." He was confused. It was the rum. Definitely the rum.

"I have brought you that bitch Sasha Banks." R'rana chirped in suddenly, surprising Nick with her presence. Of course she had been there the entire time. "And placed her mind completely under your power."

"Meaning...?" Despite asking for it, only now was Nick coming to terms with the reality of his wish.

"Meaning she will do whatever you say, without thought or question!"

Nick took a few careful steps towards Sasha, afraid this might be some elaborate trick. She was a professional athlete, she was definitely stronger than him. But he was more afraid of another tongue lashing. She did not respond to his approach, remaining perfectly still, perfectly calm. She reminded Nick of a doll.

"Sasha... can you hear me?" He asked, hesitantly. Sasha's reply was immediate.

"Yes, Master. I can hear you." Her voice was soft and distant, almost robotic in it's stiffness. It was supremely erotic, her voice and what she just said. Still, Nick could not believe it.

''Ma-master' Me?"

"Yes. You are my one and only Master." Sasha said in the exact same tone. She did not move, she did not emote. "I am entirely within your power, as you wished."

Gulping, Nick let out a bark of crazed laughter. Almost delirious. Suddenly, he felt drunk. And this time, it definitely wasn't the rum.

"Uh... apologize for being such a bitch, earlier!" He ordered with a wide smile on his face.

"Yes, Master. I apologize for being such a bitch earlier." Sasha said in her robotic, dream-like voice, purple eyes shining. "Please forgive me, Master. I am such an arrogant slut I did not realize how wonderful you truly are."

And then things began to sink in. What Nick had done. What he had in his hands.

"...Cool..." was all he could say. His cock was doing the thinking for the moment.