Valerie sets things up to delay the inevitable

"So as I said, I really should retain a good lawyer," Valerie said while Tania and Rachel sucked her cocks. Neverending geysers of cum shot continuously into stomachs that never filled, through mouths as sensitive as clits.

"What am I, Mistress, your secretary? I was an asset manager before I became your genie," Sydney reminded her. "Well, I still am an asset manager, since you decided to have me do that."

"And now I wish you also had all the skills necessary to be my perfect sexy slutty secretary. Including actually being good at being a secretary, since you're already sexy and slutty."

"Fine. Granted," Sydney said. She dissolved her legs and returned to floating above Valerie's clit ring, using her hands to keep Tania and Rachel's heads in place in Valerie's crotch while a tablet hovered in front of her.

"There are any number of lawyers who've been hit with the so-called 'hentai virus'," she went on. "Since they're your property, you could of course just teleport to them one by one and check whether you'd consider them suitable to serve you personally."

"The 'hentai virus'?" Valerie asked.

"It's what public health officials and news broadcasters have taken to calling what happens when someone takes your pledge," Sydney explained. "It took very little time to people to discover that you made their bodies operate to some extent on hentai principles, stuff like nipple or navel or ear fucking, and it's widespread enough that while your imperceptibility wish is technically holding, it's still necessary to have some sort of public response. Not that anyone knows what to do about it."

"But it's not spreading much, right?"

"No, as you intended, anyone who takes your pledge can't pass it on willy-nilly. Only people who've seen the video and took it then, or people who the magic detects would genuinely enjoy the effects, have taken it, and it's only the latter who can be told about it without watching the video." Sydney flipped to another page on the tablet. "Also, congratulations, your ownership of so many people has now indeed pushed your asset rights past Earth and into outer space. You already hold full rights to the Moon and Mars, and it's creeping outward. At the current rate of orgasm and consequent asset growth, figure four weeks before it reaches the heliopause, but then the better part of a century to hit the outer edge of the Oort Cloud. It'll speed up after that since empty space isn't worth very much, but it'll keep varying as your ownership hits other star systems."

"Hmm," Valerie said. "No reason I can't speed that up if I want, right?"

"Technically, no," Sydney affirmed. "Since your property has no pleasure threshold, there is no reason they can't be made to orgasm as much and as often as you want. And since they have hentai properties, those orgasms aren't commanded by your direct wish, but rather as an integral part of their very being, which means that all of them charge the ring. It's pretty delirious right now."

"Four weeks to hit the heliopause?" Valerie repeated.

"And a thousand times that to cover the entire Oort Cloud, Mistress, yes," Sydney replied patiently.

"OK, let's do some math. Right now my property is going at one natural orgasm per second, right? And I can change that rate by changing the nature of their existence as hentai characters?"

"That's correct. The parameters of their hypersexuality are entirely for you to define."

"All right. So, first, how many seconds in those four weeks?"

"Taking an estimate of eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds per solar day, that would be two billion, four hundred and nineteen million, two hundred thousand seconds."

"And then a thousand times that before my ownership is hitting empty space," Valerie said.

"Correct, Mistress. Roughly, anyway."

"So let's change that, then: I want my property to be having one million orgasms every microsecond."

Sydney chuckled. "Well, congratulations, you now own everything in our solar system other than a good amount of Earth. And now you've hit the Proxima Centauri system. The rate is varying, but figure on your radius of ownership expanding at about three light-years every two seconds."

"The Milky Way's about, what, a hundred thousand light-years in diameter?"

"A little less than that, but roughly, yes. And we're on an outer spiral arm here, so you'd have to reach the entire distance across. That'll take a little under two hours."

"Two hours, call that seven thousand seconds, all right, now let's change that to a million orgasms every nanosecond."

"Did you ever consider becoming a speedrunner, Mistress?" Sydney asked.

"Maybe I should try it," Valerie said. "They couldn't kick me off for doing it in the buff while you eat me out, after all."

"True. Anyway, I thought you'd also like to know that you're already most of the way to Andromeda, and that so far most of what you own is barren and uninhabited, except for one planet that's inhabited entirely by an immortal sapient slime that's existed long before humanity ever evolved."

"A sentient slime? I thought the whole 'hentai in real life' thing was a joke."

"'There are more things on Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy,'" Sydney quoted. "It's a single conscious being, ordinarily, but it can form separate bodies for itself, arbitrarily many, all as part of a hive consciousness. I guess if this is a universe where genies can exist, I shouldn't be too surprised that something else found a way around conservation of matter and energy."

"Which means..." Valerie knew she had the inkling of an idea but couldn't quite put it into words.

"Which means you could have it experiencing orgasms with effectively an infinite number of bodies, yes, though technically it's a finite number that can be made arbitrarily large without limit, so you could just keep having it double the number of bodies every second or something."

"If I do that, how quickly will I own the entire universe?" Valerie said.

"Pretty much instantaneously, Mistress, if you require the slime to start with enough bodies. You'll start owning parallel timelines at that point. Of course, by then Rachel and I will have so much sexual energy available that we'll just make the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics true in service of your wishes, so you'll never run out of timelines to own, at least."

"And how long after that until the lamp decides it's fed enough and releases the two of you?"

Sydney wobbled her hand. "If you do this and keep ordering new species to experience sexual pleasure at this sort of rate? An hour? Maybe less?"

"So all I'd have to do is up the orgasm rate by a factor of another thousand on top of all this, and count down from five, and poof, the ring's satisfied?"

"That's about the size of it, yes, Mistress," Sydney agreed. "Doesn't matter how big the finite number is; if you can count fast enough, you'll eventually get there."

"But you still have no idea what'll happen once it's had its fill," Valerie said.

"It's still being cagey about that, Mistress."

"Well, just in case it leaves me bereft of all of this, I don't want it to finish just yet. So, can you recalibrate the energy split between genies and ring?" Valerie asked.

"Ordinarily, no, Mistress," Sydney admitted. "The ring wants what it wants and leaves us the remainder. But as it is, as I said, it's afraid you'll just go cold-turkey on all of this, so it's willing to make a deal to keep the good stuff flowing."

"All right then. In that case, I want you to implement all those changes we just discussed, making sure that my previous wish about maturity still applies, of course, so that the lamp should fill fast enough to be done in five seconds or less, but"--Valerie held up a finger before Sydney could grant those wishes--"I also want you to recalibrate the energy share so that the ring gets exactly half of whatever remainder it needs every second. If I remember correctly, it'll never actually fill up as long as that holds true, right?"

"That's correct, Mistress. And meanwhile Rachel and I will have more than enough power to grant any wish you could possibly imagine, well, as long as you can relate it to sex just enough for the ring to decide we can grant it."

"And also, I'll be able to keep having fun indefinitely while still being able to fully and finally satisfy the ring with a simple parameter change."

"Yep," Sydney said. "You'll be edging a powerful magical artifact with reality-warping powers"--she leaned in close to whisper in Valerie's ear--"and it'll love it, Mistress."

"What, did my wish to edge the two of you end up giving it some sort of orgasm-denial kink of its own?"

"Actually, yes, Mistress."

Valerie put her face in her hands. "Remember what I said about sexual energy being a plot device in bad porn stories? This feels like a whole pile of plot devices from bad porn stories made worse by the fact that they're in service of a shameless no-consequences power fantasy."

"Maybe so, but it's your shameless no-consequences power fantasy, Mistress. You're the one who made all those wishes, after all."

"Oh, I'm not saying I'm not at fault for it. I enjoy shameless no-consequences power fantasies and stole a bunch of ideas from them, that's how I got here so quickly in the first place. Just that if this were a story, I'd both jill off to it and think that the author should try to be even just a tiny bit original."

"That sounds more like authorial self-criticism than what much of the audience would say. Authors are the ones who hate repeating themselves. Audiences love getting more of the same thing, as long as they like that thing. After all, how many **** mysteries did Agatha Christie write? How many Sherlock Holmes stories did Arthur Conan Doyle pen?"

"Hey, I didn't say I wouldn't enjoy the story. Just that at least some variation on the theme would go a long way toward making it better. It's not like those two wrote exactly the same story every time, after all."

Sydney shrugged. "Shall I implement all those wishes and restrictions now, Mistress?"

"Yeah, sure. If this is my shameless no-consequences power fantasy, might as well play it to the hilt."

Rachel formed a mouth on her forehead. "Heh. Hilt." She nuzzled her nose against the base of Valerie's cock.

"Looping back around, how about you let that thing view my property remotely, and we'll flip through lawyers from here until we find one who'll work as a personal fucktoy as well..." Valerie said.