Yes, though something is missing.

Jessica was standing in the lobby of the five-star hotel that had only recently been wished into existence. Like everything else she had wished for, it met her every expectation perfectly, even at times the expectations she never knew she had. But this time, Alia had really outdone herself. Or had she outdone herself? The line often got a bit blurry when it came to wishes, but regardless, the place looked immaculate.

The room was spacious, a bit TOO spacious. There was a glaring spot right in the middle of the room that was left empty so a decoration piece could be placed there. She had been thinking for the last hour or so about what to do with it, but now she knew. While she was doing some light reading online, just to entertain herself, she came upon a lovely piece of writing. And after reading it, she considered it perfect for use as a display piece. Know, she just needed a who. Taking out her phone, she opened the cinema app and started scrolling through the wide assortment of presented people. After a few, minutes, she came to the conclusion that yes, these were all sexy people, and every single one of them would look good in what she had in mind, but for the best effect, she needed something more. Going on a whim, she opened the filters tab and typed in a simple command.

DISLIKED, and FEMALE.

The app reloaded with a speed that would make Youtube jealous, and a new collection of thumbnails appeared. This time, as she hoped, they showed people that she disliked, rather than liked. Though the extensive list made her think that her other girlfriend's dislikes were also present. Going through it, she eventually found a name that stood out to her. She remembered it well. She had not worked on that particular day, but Katie had, and the celebrity that walked in that day was everything you don't want in a customer; Rude to everyone around her. Believes to be entitled to everything because she is pretty or famous. Impatient because she had to wait in line, AND after that, for her order. And the cherry on top was her utter discontent with the people working the counter that day. She remembered having spent a good few hours calming and cheering Katie up after that shift, and she swore she would somehow get back at the bitch for what she did. And now, it seemed, the time to make her pay was now.

"Alia, could you come here for a moment?"

With a puff of pink and purple smoke, the busty genie appeared kneeling on the floor in front of Jessica.

"You called for me, Mistress? How may I be of service?"

"I was thinking about what to do with the empty spot in the lobby here, and I found the perfect way to fill it. This one is a bit elaborate though, do you think you can do it?"

"I exist to serve you, Mistress. Though I cannot say for sure until I know what you desire. But, as your late aunt always liked to hear; You sneeze, I please."

Jessica raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow when she heard that cheesy line and couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"What was that? It sounded like it came from some kind of kids' show?"

Alia shrugged.

"I do not know, Mistress. A male colleague of mine I sometimes hang out with between owners once mentioned it, and it kind of stuck."

"Hmm. Well anyway, here's what I have in mind, and who I want you to do it on."

Jessica spent the better part of the next hour describing her idea, and the person she chose. She especially made sure to tell her how upset Katie was after that encounter, knowing full well the busty genie would pull out all the stops to take **** for her girlfriend. With suggestions from Alia, the idea was slightly altered so it could be wished for, and in no time at all, everything was discussed.

"Good, you have about a week before the first customers arrive, so make sure she is present before that happens, understood?"

"Yes, Mistress. And thank you for giving me the freedom to determine the details for myself, I will not disappoint you."

"See that you don't. You have never truly disappointed me in regard to executing my wishes, so I'm going to trust you on this, ensure I won't regret that decision."

"Of course, Mistress. I will see your wish fulfilled before the first customers arrive."

After a last deep bow, giving Jessica a generous look down her ample cleavage, Alia disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Oh and Alia? Make sure she suffers. For what she did to our Katie, she deserves nothing but your best."

Despite the genie not being present, she got the feeling Alia had heard her last order, and she got a strange feeling in the back of her mind that her servant fully agreed with that. Shrugging, she left the hotel and made her way back to the mansion. She had some time to kill before stuff had to be done. Maybe Britney was available to have some fun in one of the new bungalows? Oh who was she kidding, of course, she would be, she was her **** whore after all.

In a different part of the world, Los Angeles California, to be precise, a woman in her mid-thirties walked into her luxurious bedroom. She was wearing nothing but a fluffy towel wrapped around her body, having just left the shower. And though it hid her modesty, it did very little to hide her body. Toned legs, slender arms, a firm bubbly but, and an impressively sized pair of breasts were just the things everyone noticed at first glance. Only after that, did they see the full lips, pulled into a seductive smirk. Or the light blue eyes that could captivate any onlooker or the soft, silken locks of deep black hair that fell halfway down her back. Her smooth, sun-tanned skin glistened in the light as she walked through the room from the ensuite bathroom.

Even now, Megan Fox was a stunning woman, and she knew it. It was why she often got away with what she did, just flash a bit of skin, show some cleavage, and everyone would forget and forgive. It was pathetic, really, but it worked to her advantage more often than not. She dropped the towel, exposing her gorgeous body fully, and climbed into bed. She had accompanied her current boyfriend to the airport, as he got a last-minute call about some production meeting for a major record deal or something. Honestly, she lost interest halfway through the explanation, the part that mattered, was that she now had the house to herself for the entire week. Crawling under the covers, she closed her eyes and was asleep within minutes.

She opened her eyes and found herself in the strangest of places. She stood on a white floor made from some kind of stone. And around her, was nothing but empty space. She saw stars twinkle in the distance, and comets streaking across the black void. Honestly, it was kinda pretty, if not for the fact that she had no idea how she got here, or that it made her feel very small and ****. As she looked down, she noticed that she was still as naked as when she got to bed, so she assumed that this was some kind of dream.

"Hello?"

Her voice echoed around her, which was weird, considering the vastness of her surroundings. She heard a puff behind her and quickly turned around. Her eyes grew comically wide, and her mouth opened in silent shock as she looked at the figure before her. She saw a woman roughly her height, with cold piercing eyes that scrutinized her naked form just as Megan was doing with her.

The woman had perfect skin, with not a single blemish that she could see, and she could see quite a lot on the count that she wore practically nothing. A simple but exquisitely tailored top and skirt made from silk covered just enough to be considered decent. But even that was not enough to hide the large breasts the woman had. She knew she was well endowed, but this mystery woman was in a class of her own. Perfectly shaped, firm, yet soft looking, and best of all, they looked natural, and not fake.

Drawing her eyes away from the attractive woman, she took in the total sight, and she got a distinct thought that she was a genie. At least, her appearance matched that of the child stories she remembered. Taking a gamble, she addressed the still-silent woman.

"Hello. Are you a Genie? Are you here to tell me I get three wishes? Cause if so, I got a few ideas."

The woman smiled softly, and when she spoke, Megan felt shivers crawl down her spine. Her voice was smooth, sensual, and oozed lust and desire with every word she spoke.

"My name is Alia, and I am a genie, yes. But unfortunately, my wishes belong to my Mistress and any she deems worthy to share them with."

Megan was taken aback by that. What was the point of revealing herself to her if not to offer her services? And with more than a little annoyance in her voice, she said so. She watched as Alia began to slowly walk towards her, each step perfectly placed to accentuate her body. Megan's eyes were locked on the way her body moved with each step, how her ample breasts swayed as she got closer and closer. She circled Megan, and like prey caught by a hunting predator, the dreaming actress was too captivated to turn around. She felt a soft warm hand land on her shoulder, and begin to slide down her arm. Alia's slender fingers made her tremble in desire, and when she heard the genie's voice in her ear, she swore she felt her pussy convulse with need.

"My Mistress made a wish for you, and I am here to fulfil it."

Megan's mind was swimming with desire and lust, and she was barely able to keep her concentration long enough to process what she heard. This person's mistress made a wish, and it involved her? Her thoughts were broken when she felt Alia's hand grab her wrist, and a warm sensation encircled it. She was about to ask what was happening when her arm suddenly raised itself until it was straight above her head. As she looked up, she saw that her wrist was bound in a plain hemp rope and that the rope itself disappeared off into the distant darkness around her. She gave her arm a thug but found it firmly bound. Her other arm moved, and soon both arms ended up tied with ropes above her head. She had to straighten up just to get rid of the tension in her arms. She turned her head as far as she could and looked at the Smirking Genie behind her.

"HEY, what the fuck? Let go of me right now you crazy bitch. I don't know what kind of weird dream this is, but I think it is about time to wake up."

She closed her eyes and concentrated as much as she could on waking up. As she opened her eyes, she found herself exactly where she was just a second ago, with both her arms still very much bound. She saw Alia place a finger on her lips as if to shush a child. She felt something begin to fill her mouth, and soon had to open her mouth from the size. After it had grown to an uncomfortable size, something came from the sides and wrapped around her face. Alia walked in front of her and Megan saw a handheld mirror appear out of nowhere in the busty genie's hand.

"Here, allow me to show you how you look. If you ask me, you look much better this way. Those lips are made to suck around something, so why not this."

As Alia held up the mirror, Megan could see what she had already feared. Her mouth was filled with a bright red ballgag, and a black leather strap locked it in place. The mirror disappeared with a flash of golden light.

"Now that you are nice and quiet, let's finish putting you in place before I start putting YOU in your place."

She waved her hand, and Megan felt ropes wrap around her ankles. Trying her hardest to resist, she struggled to keep her legs closed. And to her credit, she did put up a valiant effort, but her struggles were ultimately in vain. The magical pull of the ropes proved far stronger than her own strength, and second by second, her legs were pulled apart. It wasn't until she had to strain her legs to keep her balance that the pull stopped. Much like with her arms, the rope disappeared into the darkness around her, and no matter how much she tried, she was unable to close her legs.

Naked, exposed, and terrified. All these emotions and more ran through Megan's mind as she watched Alia slowly approach.

"Now then. Let's begin, shall we? We have a long road ahead of us, and Mistress gave me a deadline."

"It seems our time, for now, is just about up."

Alia removed her hand from Megan and took a step back to admire the fruits of her labour.

Megan was a downright mess. She was glistening with sweat, Beads of sweat were trailing down her body, and as she watched, a single drop rolled down the side of her face, down to her chin, before it fell to the floor. The inside of her thighs and her pussy were glistening for an entirely different kind of reason, but there too, a drop of her juices sporadically fell from her lower lips, adding to the small puddle between her legs. Her once luscious hair was stuck to her back and strands clung to her face. She was breathing heavily in short rapid breaths. Her nipples and clit were rock hard, sticking out like little pebbles atop her beautiful body. Her eyes were glazed with lust, desire, and need, and stared unseeing into the void ahead. She was no longer standing on her own legs, far too exhausted to remain to do so. Instead, she was hanging limply against her binds, the course ropes the only thing holding her upright and in place.

It took a moment before Megan realised Alia had stopped, and with great effort, she focused her sight on the smirking genie.

"Plfff."

Muffled by the gag, her pleas went mostly unheard, though Alia had greatly enjoyed the sounds Megan made during their time together.

"Oh, don't worry, I will be back sooner than you think. And now that I have a good read on your body, we can really get started."

She reached out towards Megan and softly cupped the underside of her heavy breast. The touch alone made the actress moan. As Alia gave a gentle squeeze, the moan became more ****.

"Plfff. Lef mwe Cwum."

Alia instead gave the soft tit a final squeeze, before letting go.

"Shh. Save your strength for later. You'll need it. But for now, this is goodbye. Until next time."

With that, Alia waved her hand, and the gag vanished. At the same time, the ropes also disappeared, and whatever Megan was about to say, was turned into a scream as she went from slumped against the ropes to falling forward. Exhausted as she was, she was unable to move her hands fast enough to catch herself, and she watched as the white-marbled floor rushed towards her. She closed her eyes and braced for the painful impact.

With a loud gasp, she shot upright in her bed, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself. She was back in her bedroom! She was in her bed, though the covers had been kicked to the floor while she slept.

"It was all a dream?"

As her heart calmed down, and the adrenaline left her system, she tried to remember the dream. That woman, Alia, she said her name was. She tied her up and then did things to her. And god the things. With just her hands, she had inflicted pleasure, unlike anything she had ever experienced from another woman. It was like she knew every special spot. Every place made her squirm. And moan like a whore. Or mewl like a bitch in heat. And soon enough, she had been reduced to a bitch in heat. Using her unnatural skill, she had brought her countless times to the heights of sexual pleasure, only to stop at the last possible moment. She had no idea how many times it happened, dozens? Hundreds? But all she knew for certain, was that she had never wanted anything in her life more than to cum. How long had that dream lasted? She vaguely remembered going to bed at 11. She glanced at the clock on the nearby bedstand, and her eyes widened as she saw the time. Seven o'clock. She had slept a full eight hours. Eight hours of pure, unending, sexual torment.

Just thinking back on it made her wet, and before she knew it, one hand was playing with one of her large breasts, while the other was between her legs. She easily slid two fingers inside and began to finger herself while her other hand continued to play with her tit. With how wet she was, and the arousal bleeding into her from her dream, it took her less than two minutes before she peaked. She trusted her hips up from the mattress as her hand continued to pump in and out of her pussy. She bit her lip as the pleasure surged. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as her orgasm was just about to begin.

Her hand kept pumping, and she tweaked her nipple harshly, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure into her core, making the pleasure rise even higher. Her pussy convulsed around her fingers rapidly. Her nipples pulsed with each breath, and her clit throbbed in perfect rhythm with her frantic heartbeat. She inserted a third finger into her pussy, while pinching her nipple hard. She was teetering on the edge of an absolutely massive orgasm now, and it was only moments before she would cum. She shifted her hand from her breast to her clit, and began to rub it. She moaned loudly, and fresh juices began to leak from around her hand, soiling the bedsheets beneath her.

Her body shook and trembled as small pre-orgasmic shockwaves rippled outwards from her core. She clamped down hard on her fingers and curled them in such a way that they rubbed against her G-spot. Even with her eyes closed, she felt them roll into the back of her head as euphoria filled every part of her body. Her nerves were alight with pleasure, and her muscles coiled tight to the point of almost hurting. Any second now, and she would cross the line into a glorious orgasm. Her mind was going blank as a pure need for release began to overwhelm her. She needed to cum, and fast. She did everything right and by all accounts, she should have had several orgasms by now. Yet she hadn't even managed a single one. Tears of desperation welled from her closed eyes, and the bedroom was filled with the wet, slapping sound as she desperately chased her orgasm.

Out of nowhere, she heard Alia's voice in the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, did I forget to tell you? Your orgasms belong to your Mistress now"

Hearing the voice, and realising the truth behind her words served as a bucket of ice-cold water. Her eyes snapped open and she yanked her hands away from her pussy and clit. At once, an unbearable feeling of frustration began to fill her as the orgasm that had been building for so long began to fade. After several minutes, it was gone, leaving nothing more than a cold empty sensation inside her core. And a desire to start masturbating right away that was hard to resist.

A loud noise from her phone laying nearby snapped her out of her sex-filled thoughts, and she reached for it. It was her nine o'clock alarm, she had an appointment with her personal trainer in an hour.

"Wait, nine?"

Last she checked it was seven. Had she seriously been masturbating for two hours straight? It appeared that she had, going by the heavy smell of sex, and soiled bedsheets between her legs. Two hours. And for what? Nothing. Nothing but frustrations, desire, and a need for an orgasm. And to make it worse, she now had to deal with her personal trainer. Getting out of bed, she weakly made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower to get rid of the evidence of her morning activities. Her legs felt weak, and every step was a chore. But the more she walked, the more she felt the strength return to them, and by the time she stepped under the hot shower, she felt fine as ever.

Not counting the throbbing aching need inside her pussy, of course.

She was just finishing up when the nearby intercom buzzed to live, and Ana's voice came from the speaker.

"Hey Megan, it's me. Ready to get all sweaty?"

Normally, the light teasing tone was just some harmless fun, though there was some clear sexual tension brewing between the two. But in her current state, Megan's mind went to entirely different places, and the thought of getting sweaty with the younger woman got an entirely different meaning. She pressed the unlock button for the front door while answering the other woman.

"Almost done here Ana. Get yourself ready, I'll be down in a second."

She gave herself a final once over in the mirror to make sure she was all set.

She had put on a workout outfit made from the usual lycra fabric, and it clung to her like a second skin. It consisted of a dark red top with black accents around her chest, drawing attention to, and highlighting her perfect and firm breasts. Her pants were the same colour combination and drew attention to her firm round ass, and well-defined legs. The top was short enough, and the pants low enough that it revealed a generous amount of her toned stomach. It was perfectly acceptable to wear anywhere, yet at the same time, leaving nothing to the imagination in regards to hiding her figure. As she looked at herself in the mirror, a bout of vanity came over her. She was gorgeous, and she knew it.

"God, I look hot in this."

"Indeed. And red looks good on you as well."

Hearing Alia's sensual voice in her head again made her jump in shock while looking around her to try and find the mysterious woman.

"I definitely have to do something with that next time we, PLAY."

At the word "play", a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine from her head straight into her pussy, which gave an aching throb in return. Squashing down the desire to start masturbating right then and there, she made her way to the room she had redecorated to be a private gym. This was going to be a long day.

Megan entered the room and immediately stopped. Ana was in the middle of doing stretches as part of her warmup. This was of course nothing special, but she was facing the door, and as she bend down to touch her toes, she gave Megan a more than ample look down her cleavage. Ana was a beautiful woman in her own way. A fit body with not a single ounce of unnecessary fat. Copper red hair fell down her back in a tightly braided ponytail. Big sky-blue eyes sparkled with mirth and life. And perhaps best of all, a very generous breasts size that was almost on par with Megan's and a firm bubbly but. Her whole body was wrapped tightly in dark green pants and an orange top. Much like her own, Ana's clothes followed the contours of her body perfectly, accentuating her curves in a deliciously teasing way. Her top was also more revealing than Megan's making them stand out extra by the generous amount of skin it showed.

Ana got up from her stretches and saw Megan standing in the doorway.

"Well, are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to come in? And can I say, you look fucking hot today? That outfit, it's like you want me to just tear it off and devour you right here."

Megan had walked towards a small table placed against the wall and put down her phone and a large bottle of water she had taken from the fridge. A pleasant shiver rippled out from her core at Ana's words, and she knew that despite the usual teasing, it sounded a lot more serious today. Had she not had her back turned to the redhead, she could have seen Ana's eyes briefly flash the same colour as Alia's, before reverting back to their normal blue. It was over as fast as it started, but already Ana's entire posture subtly shifted. From relaxed and open anticipation to a focused and eager desire. Ana silently began to walk towards Megan, and it wasn't until she was right behind her that the actress noticed and turned around.

Megan was taken aback by the sudden presence of Ana right behind her, and she involuntarily to a step back to create some distance. She was, however, too close to the wall, and it resulted in her walking into it back first. Ana stepped closer again, and now Megan could see the desire and lust smouldering inside her trainer's usual lively eyes. Ana got closer still, and when she spoke, her voice was low and husky, not her usual peppy enthusiasm.

"Or am I wrong? I've seen the way you keep staring at me when you think I'm not looking. And don't think I can't see how stiff your nipples are underneath that top. I'm also willing to bet that you are soaking wet down there. You want me, and let me tell you; The feeling is quite mutual. And I'm done playing."

Ana leaned in to close the final distance and pressed her lips against Megan's. Within seconds, whatever protest Megan wanted to say crumbled. Her dream, paired with two hours of fruitless masturbation and weeks of teasing and flirting all came together in a single moment. Her resistance snapped like a Twix bar, and she leaned in to return the kiss. She moaned softly as Ana's tongue entered her mouth, and the two began to passionately make out. Megan felt Ana's hand touch her breast and gave them a firm squeeze. She moaned louder as Ana began to fully explore her mouth with her tongue, while her hand boldly fondled her tit. Her other hand had grabbed the back of Megan's head, preventing her from breaking the kiss. Not that she wanted to, of course.

After what felt like an eternity, Ana pulled away, leaving Megan panting heavily from the exertion.

"That was a good kiss. And those tits of yours. They are nice and soft, yet firm. And real. Do you have any idea how many people think they are actually fake?"

She wanted to say something in return, but Ana promptly grabbed the dark red top and pulled it high enough to fully reveal her breasts. She gave a cute yelp in surprise, that turned into a deep moan as Ana began to kiss and lick her breasts and now firmly hardened nipples. Being pressed against the wall, and already weakened from her nightly ordeal, Megan didn't have the presence of mind to return Ana's actions, and she simply stood there as the other woman freely had her way with her breasts. And the worst part of it? She was being affected. With each kiss on her soft flesh, each twirl of her tongue around her nipple, Megan grew more and more excited. It had never happened before, but with the way she had been wound tight all morning, the soft yet experienced mouth playing with her breasts was more than enough to work her into a frenzy.

When she felt Ana's hand against her pussy, she gave a guttural moan as her already pulsating pussy throbbed against the soft fabric of her pants. Ana abandoned her breasts and got face-to-face with Megan again. She leaned in, and this time, Megan eagerly opened her mouth to invite the younger woman in. Ana waited not a second, and they locked lips again. Megan moaned, grunted, and gyrated her hips as Ana's hand was softly rubbing her crotch. It was driving her insane with need.

When they broke away again, Megan was panting heavily, her body was flushed red with desire, and she was visibly shaking.

"Oh yeah, you want me, don't you? Your little teasing slit is **** for my touch. Well, let's not keep it waiting any longer."

Ana raised her hand to the waistband of Megan's pants, and with practised ease, slipped her hand underneath the fabric. The moment her warm fingers brushed against Megan's hard clit, she let out a wail of pure need as hours of teasing came rushing back in an instant. She closed her eyes as she was rapidly approaching the brink, and trusted her hips out against Ana's hand. She felt nimble fingers smear her growing excitement across her pussy, and she shivered in pure ecstasy. A single finger slipped into her pulsating slit, and she let out a moan of pure need as she rushed towards the edge. A second joined the first, and she felt Ana's thumb brush against her clit. She gave a loud scream as she rushed towards orgasm and her pussy convulsed around Ana's nimble fingers as they explored her wet folds. She rolled her hips in time with Ana's thrusting hand, daring her to go as deep as she could. Ana made a sharp motion, and her nails briefly scraped against her G-spot.

Her entire body was primed at the pinnacle of pleasure, and that last jolt was all it took to push her over. She threw her head back against the wall and arched her back as every muscle coiled up in preparation for the monumental release that was building inside of her. A third finger entered her pussy, and again Megan screamed as more pleasure joined the growing orgasm roiling just out of her reach. A sharp sting on one of her nipples had her look down, and she saw Ana had taken the impossible-hard nipple in her mouth and had gently bitten down on it. The sharp pain mixed with the smouldering pleasure, and she actually felt her mind begin to slip as more and more pleasure kept on building inside of her.

"You're a tricky one to push over the edge huh?"

Ana's voice drew her back to the land of sanity. No, she wasn't. It was actually quite easy to make her cum if you knew what to do. She wanted to say something, but instead, only grunted and wailed as her entire body rocked in the throughs of passion as she was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Ana's hand was a blur as it moved around inside her pussy. She had managed to get a fourth finger inside of her, and the added tension added a new layer of pain and pleasure. When she brushed against her G-spot, Megan almost fainted from the surge of pleasure.

Then suddenly, everything was gone. Ana had removed her hand, and taken a step back, and like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Megan crumbled to the floor. It took her a full minute before her mind har refocused itself, and she saw that Ana was in the process of packing up her things. She tried to speak, but her voice came out raw and broken from the lack of water and constant screaming and moaning.

'Wait. What? Why?"

Ana looked at Megan, and the younger woman almost sounded apologetic.

"Our time is up for today. I have other clients to train. But don't worry, my schedule is free tomorrow, we can continue where we left off then."

She walked towards Megan and got down on her knees to be at the same level as the still-exhausted actress. She gave Megan one last searing kiss that had her toes curl and her pussy throb, before getting up and seeing herself out.

Megan stayed like that for a while, not knowing what to do or think. Eventually, her eyes caught the clock hanging on the wall. Three o'clock. She had just spent another five hours on the brink of orgasm, with nothing to show for it. She went back to the master bedroom, wincing as every step made her rock-hard nipples and clit rub against the stretchy fabric sticking to her sweaty body. After a quick and primarily cold shower, she recovered somewhat and installed herself on the living room couch to just chill and relax. After several hours of watching boring shows on Netflix, and a nice meal of her favourite takeout, she crawled into bed. Not once was she able to ignore the throbbing, aching need between her legs, and more than once, she had to forcefully wrench her hand away from her pussy after several minutes of useless fingering.

Much like last night, she was asleep within minutes.

Megan once again found herself in the same place as last night. The black endless void around her, and a white marbled floor underneath. She was naked like before, and her arms were tied above her head with her legs spread wide apart and tied as well. In a puff of pink and purple smoke, Alia appeared in front of her, and immediately, Megan began pleading with the strange woman.

"Please, why are you doing this? Whatever it is I did to you, I am sorry. But please, end this."

Alia once again pressed a finger against her lips, and Megan felt something form inside her mouth. It **** her to open her mouth, before forming into a steel ring just behind her teeth. Black leather straps connected it behind her head, keeping the ring gag firmly locked in place.

"Shh, you don't have to worry about all those things. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I did say you looked good in red, and I promised to do something with that."

With a wave of her hand, the ropes binding Megan began to shift. From the dull course grey hemp, it turned into a deep red, before the hemp turned into a softer silk-like rope. More ropes began to rise from the ground and coil themself around her body, weaving and winding into an elaborate pattern. When it was done, Megan was wearing a tight harness made from bloodred ropes that bit into her body with each breath she took. The ropes worked perfectly to support and push out her ample breasts, making them stand out prominently on top of her chest.

"Now, let's try a different position this time.'

The ropes holding her arms and legs in place began to move around, pulling her limbs helplessly along with them. Her arms were being pulled back, making her back arch almost painfully. Her legs were pulled back as well, and the ropes shortened until her legs were pulled off the ground and her feet almost touched her hands. Hanging face down in a hogtie, it took all of her considerable strength to fight the stressful position. The way she was strung up made her breasts sway freely with each laboured breath, and Alia couldn't resist cupping each of them for a bit, making Megan moan as her sexually charged body awoke to the genie's careful ministrations.

"Let's go for something different tonight, shall well? You loved my hands last time, but I'm afraid you better get used to not feeling them anymore. So instead, let's go with this."

A presence made itself known against Megan's slit, and it easily slid inside. She moaned as her pussy stretched to accommodate the sizeable invader. It stopped when it had completely filled her aching pussy to its limit, and she took a deep strained breath to centre herself. That was when the vibrations started. The dildo, as she now knew what it was, vibrated softly, but quickly cycled through a myriad of strengths and patterns. She began to moan and trash against her bonds as the persistent vibrations stoked the flames of her needy cunt to new heights. Far sooner than she would have imagined, she had reached the edge, and she screamed loudly as the first waves of orgasm began to ripple from her much-denied core.

That was when the vibrator fell silent. Megan screamed in disbelief as the vibrations stopped at the last possible moment. It waited for several moments to allow her to calm down before it started up again. Over and over it did this, as the vibrator worked its way through all the possible combinations of patterns and strengths. And each time she was a breath away from cumming, it stopped.

meanwhile, Alia was circling her, keeping a close eye on her progress, while also regulating the vibrator. After about an hour, the vibrator reached a specific combination that made Megan scream louder than ever before. Even the ring gag was unable to fully muffle the notice coming from the bound Actress.

"Oh, you like that one? Good to know. I guess that's the one we'll be using from now on then. But let's do something about that gag. Mistress said you had to be pretty, and all that drool from your mouth is far from it."

She touched Megan's gag, and the ring began to reform into something else. Megan felt the object begin to invade her mouth deeper with each passing second. After is stopped and reformed, she found her mouth completely filled by a thick and long penis gag. In her sexed-up mind though, sucking on a cock was not the worst thing she could think of, and she eagerly began to do so, hoping that it would please the mad genie in front of her. Every minute or so, the vibrator had to stop as it had pushed her once again to the edge of orgasm, making her squirm as the denied pleasure was turning into a painful aching need that slowly overtook her rational thought.

"Hmm, no, not that one. You seem to enjoy it, and that is not the goal of Mistress's wish."

Again, the gag began to change into a panel gag that covered her mouth entirely.

"Oh hell no. That one is just plain ugly. I guess a good old ball gag is it then. I do like the way it makes those full lips of yours wrapped around the ball."

The gag changed back into the same ballgag she had worn the previous night, and that clearly seemed to please the busty woman. She watched with blurry eyes as Alia approached her suspended form, and raised a hand to show that she was holding something.

Aligator clamps. Small steel serrated clamps with a short chain attached to them. From the chain dangled what she recognized was a bullet vibrator. She braced herself as Alia reached for one of her nipples, and without warning, closed the clamp around one of them. A muffled scream tore through the empty void as a searing pain filled her world. It temporarily overpowered the ever-present vibrations and instantly cleared her mind. A second sharp sting told her her other nipple was also clamped, and she could already feel the hum of the little eggs working against the sharp sting of the clamps. Each shaking breath made the eggs swing, causing short bursts of pain to mix with the persistent pleasure coming from the vibrator.

"No, not that one. The pain is good it seems, but it doesn't have the right appeal. Let's try something else."

Megan made a muffled cry of protest as the clamps disappeared.

"Oh, don't worry Megan, we still have a few hours left, plenty of time to figure out what gives the best result."

And so it went on, hour after hour. Going from one toy to the other, Alia tried all kinds of things. Most were discarded as being ugly, or impractical. What it was she was trying to do, Megan had no idea. What she did know though, was that she was clearly working towards something. And all this time, the vibrator lodged deep inside her pussy making sure her mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Cumming.

But as the growing pool of sweat and pussy juices beneath her was showing, that was not going to happen. Whatever control Alia had over the toy, it was perfect and absolute. She read her reactions in ways that seemed unnatural, and she managed to stop her orgasm at the absolute last possible moment.

"Well, I guess that is it for now. Due enjoy yourself today. Because our time together is nearing its end. Which means your time is growing short as well. Until next time."

Alia waved her hand, and everything went black as Megan was **** out of the dream world, and back into the waking world.

She awoke with a scream of pure ecstasy as every part of her was ablaze with pleasure. Something was sucking on her clit and pussy, and it was already driving her mad with pleasure. She shot up and moved her hand to try and stop whatever it was that was sucking down there, only to stop short mere seconds after starting. Her hand refused to move any further, and upon inspection, she found her wrist had been tied to one of the corners of her bed by a length of rope. Her other hand was similarly secured, and as she tried to close her legs, she felt the ropes bite into her ankles.

Something wet entered her pussy, and she moaned loudly as it began to move around. Instantly, she was brought to the edge, and she arched her back off the bed as her pussy clamped around the wet object. Her fingers curled into claw-like hooks, and her arms strained against the ropes. Her leg muscles rippled as she twisted and pulled against them. Dangling on the edge, mere moments away from orgasm, Megan could do nothing but howl and writhe as she was mercilessly eaten out by the most experienced tongue she had ever felt. After what felt like an eternity, the tongue left her pussy, and she fell limply back onto the mattress.

"I hope you don't mind that I let myself in this morning. After all, you seemed like you wanted more yesterday."

Breathing heavily, Megan looked down towards the foot of the bed and found Ana laying between her splayed open legs. Her mouth was wet around the lips, and there was no doubt in her mind that it was her that had been so skillfully eating her out.

"Yesterday we had to stop short because of other commitments. But today, I am available all day. So one way or the other, I'm going to find out what it takes to make you cum."

Before Ana could lower herself back towards her pussy, Megan spoke up, she had to stall, she had not yet recovered from what happened.

"Wait! How did you get in? I'm sure I locked the door before going to bed."

"Oh, that's actually quite simple. I took the spare key you had hidden under the flower pot. Really, Megan, hiding such an important thing, in such an obvious place. Though I'm happy that you did, it meant I could get a head start on today's fun."

With that, she lowered her head again, and once more began ravishing the helpless actress. Megan had no idea how long Ana continued eating her out. The pleasure overwhelmed her, and it drowned out all senses except the singular one that screamed at her for release. Her throat was starting to go raw from the strain of near-constant screaming and moaning, and a heavy layer of sweat covered her from head to toe. At long last, Ana stopped her **** on Megan's pussy, and got up from between her legs. As she did, she revealed herself to be entirely naked as well, and for the first time since meeting the blonde sports instructor, she got a look at her full body.

Her long red hair was once again in a tight ponytail, though this time, not braided. She got a good look at Ana's more than ample chest, and only now noticed the two silver barbels piercing her stiff nipples.

"Oehh, piercings. Now why didn't I think of that? Ana my girl, you just solved my problem and deserve a reward for that."

Alia's voice in the back of Megan's mind jolted her out of her lust-filled staring at Ana's perfectly sculpted body. This time, she did notice the brief flash in Ana's eyes, and she instantly knew things were about to get worse. Ana reached beside the bed, and she faintly heard objects move around as her hand searched for something.

"It's a good thing I brought my toy bag for this occasion. Cause it seems we need to resort to more drastic measures. She retrieved her hand from the bag, and in it, she was holding a pink dildo. It was fairly big and made from silicon from the looks of it. But the thing that both terrified and drew her in was the fact that it had a multitude of bumps and ridges along its length. Ana held it between them and slid a slider at the base. Immediately, the soft hum of a vibrator could be heard. She slid a second slider up, and the toy began to rotate and twist.

"I bought this one recently, and you are the very first person I'm going to use it on. But you're not seriously just going to lay there and moan your lungs out, are you? It's only fair if you return the pleasure I give you."

She crawled across the bed until her pussy was right above Megan's face. She lowered herself to be just shy of touching her mouth and leaned down so her own face was near Megan's dripping cunt. She brought the pulsating toy towards Megan's slit, and with all the lubrication already present, slid it in in one smooth motion. Megan jerked against the ropes as her pussy exploded with pleasure beyond what she had ever felt. She opened her mouth to let out a moan, but Ana took that moment to lower herself, smothering the actress with her pussy. Before Megan could stop herself, she had already begun to lick Ana's slit. her mind overwhelmed by pleasure and sex, it happened almost on instinct now. While Megan feverously licked and sucked at Ana's pussy, the other woman was pumping the toy in and out of Megan's own slit.

Back and forth it went, with Megan using her tongue to pleasure her trainer, and Ana using the powerful toy to pleasure the actress. The ropes make it impossible for Megan to escape, and thanks to Alia's intervention, made it so that Ana had no interest in stopping anytime soon. Eventually, Ana began to moan louder as she continued to work the dildo in Megan's battered pussy. Clearly the prolonged sucking and licking from her bound plaything was having an effect. Not much later, Ana tensed up and stilled her actions as her orgasm ripped through her body. It was fierce, intense, and strong. Megan felt more than saw or heard Ana begin to orgasm, and a pang of jealousy stung her heart. After a final loud scream, Ana sprayed her orgasm all over Megan's face, covering the lower half of her face with her juices. Panting heavily, she continued to languidly pump the dildo in Megna's squirming pussy.

"Fuck that was good. Who knew you were such an enthusiastic pussy licker. But clearly, this is not enough for a slut like you. I think it is time to bring out the big guns."

After that, Ana switched up her toys. The dildo was replaced by a Hitachi magic wand that had Megan screaming and moaning nonstop. She combined it with the dildo, using it to stimulate both her clit and her G-spot with the toy's powerful vibrations. After that, other toys got added or introduced, but despite Ana's best efforts, it proved impossible to push Megan past that final point into orgasm. It was four hours later when an exhausted Ana collapsed on top of Megan. A double-ended dildo was secured inside her pussy, and she had just spent the better part of an hour fucking Megan into sexual stupidity. Ana herself had managed to cum several times during that time, and each time, she noticed Megan's pussy twitching with jealous need and desire.

As she lay half on top of Megan, she could hear the none descript noises made by the almost catatonic actress. Occasionally, her body would twitch or jerk, especially wherever Ana gently stroked the heated skin. As she repositioned herself to lay next to the bound woman, the dildo slipped from her pussy with a wet splurt, making Megan moan. Noticing the woman was drifting off to sleep, she brushed a few sticky locks of sweaty hair from Megan's face.

"Sleep now. We can continue when you wake up again."

Again, Megan found herself in the now familiar black void. This time, she was not suspended in a stressful hogtie, but in a different way.

Her arms were behind her back and bent at the elbows so her hands met between her shoulder blades. Ropes around her wrists, elbows and upper arms kept them firmly tied, making moving them an absolute impossibility. Her legs were also bent with red ropes tying her ankles to her thighs. Two ropes ran from her ankles to the rope binding her elbows, and with every movement her legs made, the strain on her arms intensified. Ropes around her knees pulled her legs wide open, and the ropes disappeared into the inky darkness like before. She was also wearing the constricting roped harness again, but this time, two ropes trailed off from her shoulders into the void beyond. The result was that she was suspended off the floor, with her legs wide open to expose her pussy. The position had her tilted slightly backward, and she had to arch her back to release the tension in her arms. She felt exposed, ****, and afraid. As before, a big ballgag filled her mouth, making speech an impossibility.

"Oh, I like this setup. I think I'll use this one from now on."

Alia's familiar voice cut through her mind like a hot knife through butter, and she focused on the woman in front of her. She was holding a pink silicon dildo in one hand. It looked exactly like the one Ana had used earlier, and she shook her head in denial as she began to struggle in panic. But restraint as she was, she had no hope of resisting Alia's intent, and she felt the smooth dildo slide into her dripping cunt without any resistance. She slid both sliders to a low setting, and as the dildo began to hum and twitch, Megan let out a guttural moan as her exhausted body reacted to the stimulation.

"Earlier you asked me why. The answer is simple. You were a bitch. A self-entitled bitch, who thought herself above everybody else. You insulted someone dear to me. Someone dear to my Mistress. And for that, you get to suffer."

She slid the sliders all the way to max and watched as Megan began to thrash and scream as her body and mind began to unravel from the intense pleasure and constant denial. After an hour, Alia saw something break inside Megan's eyes, and her body fell limp. Occasionally, it would twitch or spasm from the dildo, but beyond that, there was no reaction.

"Hmm, two days. Not bad, I guess. But still, there is no escape for you."

She snapped her fingers, and pink and purple runes began to shimmer around the **** broken body of Megan Fox. As the last rune locked into place, they shone with a bright glow, and with a startled gasp, Megan regained consciousness.

"Welcome back, you were out for a few seconds when your mind broke, but fortunately for you, my Mistress accounted for that."

Megan looked around in panic, clearly hoping she would be able to escape this hell. But it was not meant to be, and her thoughts were broken when the dildo sprang back to live at full blast. Megan screamed and moaned, and pleaded, and trashed. She fought the ropes with all her strength, but it was all for nothing. She remained helplessly tied, suspended in the air, while the dildo pleasured her to the edge over and over. After an eternity, that was only a short hour, Alia let out a disappointed sigh.

"I guess we are already out of time. Well, no matter, tonight is the last night. And from there, your old life will be over, and your new life will soon begin. Enjoy your last hours as a free being. Though I doubt you'll be doing anything other than fucking that pretty redhead."

With that, Alia disappeared in the same way that she appeared, and Megan felt herself begin to leave this dream world.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her. She was in her bedroom, and after rubbing her eyes, found that she was no longer bound to the bed. A soft weight against her side had her turn her head, and she saw Ana cuddled up against her, sleeping cutely. Megan gave her a gentle prod on the shoulder, resulting in the younger woman rolling onto her back. Just as Megan was about to leave the bed, her eyes caught the double-sided strapon still tied to Ana's waist. One side was still inside Ana's pussy, but the other was standing upright, invitingly calling out to Megan. Her pussy throbbed in eager anticipation, and despite the fact that she knew full well how useless it would be, she crawled over towards it and lowered herself unto the dildo. Moaning softly as the toy penetrated her, she sighed contently when it fully filled her aching slit. She rolled her hips once, and immediately, the pleasure rose inside her body. What fragile part of her mind had been restored by Alia's powers quickly began to buckle as hours upon hours of sexual denial bore down on her. Her pace increased with each second, and it wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down the toy. Her tits bounced and swayed with each motion, and she was so lost in her pleasure that she was startled when her tits were grabbed by two soft hands.

"Now this is a welcome way to wake up. I can see now why most guys like it."

The rest of their day was spent fucking each other. And though Megan made Ana cum plenty of times, she herself was always kept from that privilege. The orgasm was always just out of her reach. It was late in the evening when Ana finally left the house, leaving a thoroughly spent Megan behind. The bedroom smelled of sex, the once-fresh sheets were soiled by both of their juices. And the ropes still tied to the corners lay haphazardly across the mattress, having been used several more times throughout the day. It was in this mess of sexual destruction that Megan fell asleep.

As she opened her eyes, it didn't surprise her that she found herself once again in the emptiness of space. Once more, Alia appeared in front of her.

"I guess this is the final time we will meet like this. Our time together is almost up and after tonight, my Mistress's wish will finally come true. But before that, we have some last things to do. Starting with, how you look."

Alia approached Megan and ran her hands all over the bound actress. In her state, she was helpless to resist, and every movement she made, caused the strain on her limbs to intensify. To make matters worse, her hyper-sexualised state made it so even the soft touch of the Genie sent shivers of pleasure across her body. Alia brushed a single finger gently across her throbbing clit, and Megan made a guttural wail of **** need.

"Yes, you truly are a beautiful woman, Mistress has chosen well when she picked you. But I'm afraid you don't quite meet her standards."

Alia's finger slipped inside Megan's pussy, and began to lazily move it back and forth. Megan trashed and moaned as her desires were stoked higher and higher.

"You see, my Mistress is beautiful as well, and smart, with a wonderfully sadistic streak if she wants to. But most of all, she is young. Compared to her, you may be beautiful, but let's face it. You're getting old. Too old, for Mistress's exquisite tastes. So let's fix that."

Alia stepped away, removing her finger from her squirming captive, and allowing her to calm down a bit. When it looked like Megan was again aware of her surroundings, she snapped her fingers, and a purple glow began to surround Megan.

Megan for her part, was near delirious with need. She was barely able to process what was being said, and it took her a full minute before her sex-fogged brain understood what her ears had heard. She looked towards Alia but instead saw a reflection of herself. A large mirror had appeared in front of her, and to her sides, above her, and even below her. Everywhere she turned her head, she saw a perfect reflection of her helplessly suspended body. Out of nowhere, a warmth began to fill her entire body, and in the reflections, she saw that a purple glow began to emanate from her skin. It was barely noticeable underneath the ever-present need for release, but she felt her body change ever so slightly. Bones shifted, muscles realigned, and her centre of gravity moved just a tiny bit. For a fraction of a second, she felt the ropes loosen around her, and she had a faint hope that she could worm her way out of them. But the time it took her to think of that, was enough for the ropes to adjust, binding her as tight as ever. When the glow subsided, she saw herself in the mirrors, and if her mouth wasn't already held painfully apart by the gag, she was sure her jaw would be on the ground. The person staring back at her was her, no doubt about it. But she looked several years younger.

She last looked like that in her late twenties, it had been years since she last seen herself like that. Yet here she was. The pressure against her lower lips was the only warning she got, as the familiar dildo from before pushed its way into her slick folds. With her slightly younger body, the dildo felt much fuller, and she felt every movement and vibration all the more for it. Despite the low power it was running at, she could not resist its effect, and it only took a minute before she was squealing for mercy as she approached the edge. Mercy came in the form of the dildo stopping at the last possible moment, leaving her writhing in aching agony as her pussy convulsed helplessly around the immobile toy.

"Hmm, not bad for a first attempt. I will admit, you have aged surprisingly well. Not many people retain their beauty as they grow older like you have. But I think we can do better. Mistress would love this look, but I know she prefers her slaves to be closer to her own age."

Again, the purple glow began to emanate from her body, and this time, as her body shifted, she felt her pussy tighten around the toy and she couldn't stop herself from moaning as even that was pleasurable at this point. When the glow stopped, she was almost too afraid to look at her reflection, but when she did, she saw that she had once again grown younger. Now, she was as old as she was when she starred in the first Transformers movie. She had been aged down to twenty-one!

"Oh yes, this is much better. And you are still quite pretty. You still got those nice big tits Mistress will like. And I'm sure your pussy has grown quite tight around that toy now that it is no longer stretched from giving birth. Yes, this will do quite nicely. Now for the last part."

Megan wanted to scream at the mad genie. To make her stop, to let her go, to make her cum. Preferably that last one first, but the other two as well. But the gag prevented any words, and the rope's hold was unbreakable. A searing pain shot through her left nipple, and she screamed as loud as her gag allowed. The pain quickly faded, and she saw a pink glow form around it. When the glow disappeared, she saw that her nipple was now pierced by a small barbell, not unlike the one Ana had. Though instead of silver, these looked like they were made from pure platinum.

"Nothing but the best for Mistress, you understand. Now for the other one."

Before she could brace herself, a similar pain came from her right nipple, and after a few seconds, another piercing was attached to her nipple. She was breathing heavily, doing her best to cope with the pain from having her nipples pierced in this oversensitive state.

"And now for the final one."

"Final one? She doesn't mean?"

Pain like nothing she had ever felt blew away any coherent thought as her delicate clit was being pierced. She screamed until her throat was raw, trashed and squirmed until her muscles ached from the stress, and was on the verge of fainting when her teary eyes saw what was between her legs. A small platinum ring dangled from her clit. The shock was enough to finally overwhelm her, and as her eyes rolled back, she fell into darkness and blissful unconsciousness. Before opening them a second later, her mind and body refreshed as new. She looked at Alia with disbelief in her eyes, begging the other woman for any kind of mercy.

"Don't go fainting on me now. We're almost done here. One last test, and then, our time together is over."

Alia waved her hand, and to Megan's horror, the piercings began to vibrate. It was soft, almost gentle. But undeniably pleasurable. The ring in her clit especially sent small waves of ecstasy straight into her core, and her pussy began to convulse rhythmically around the dildo still stuck inside. It was a slow, agonizing buildup, but after several long minutes, she found herself teetering on the edge. Despite the strain it had on her body, she gyrated her hips as waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled out from her pussy. Before everything stopped again.

Tears of frustration rolled down her pretty blue eyes as she shook in silent frustration. In the mirrors, she saw Alia reach for the dildo, and attach a previously unnoticed clip to the clit ring.

"There, that will prevent it from ever falling out. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any pleasure after all."

She leaned towards her and placed a gentle, almost loving kiss on her mouth.

"Goodbye Megan. I enjoyed our time together, but I fear this is the last time we will have any meaningful interaction together. The next time we meet will be under different circumstances. Farewell, and enjoy yourself."

With that, Megan watched helplessly as Alia walked past her, between the mirrors, and into the black void surrounding her little platform. The last thing she saw in one of the mirrors, was Alia waving her hand goodbye, and the dildo and piercings began to vibrate again.

Left all alone, with nothing but her own reflection reminding her of her helplessness, Megan could do nothing but suffer as the vibrations of the piercings, and the trusting, rotating and vibrating dildo inside her tight pussy brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Sometimes, it was a mad rush that took only seconds, other times, it was an agonizingly slow climb that felt like hours. It was never the same in a row, but it always resulted in the same, inescapable end.

At the last possible moment, all stimulation stopped, leaving her with nothing but an aching, **** pussy.

She had fainted several times now, but somehow, she always woke up after just a few moments. Her body was coated in sweat, and it dripped from her to form small puddles below her. From between her legs, her pussy was steadily leaking its own suffering, not once had the toy slipped up, it always kept her orgasm just barely out of reach. Minutes, hours, days? She had no idea how long she was here, all she knew, was that she wanted it to end. Everything would be better than this nightmare.

With a startled gasp, Megan shot upright in her bed. Her eyes are wide in fear and panic as her mind slowly convinced her that she was awake. Calming down a bit, she held her hand to her chest and felt her frantic heart slow down. With a calmer mind, came a return of awareness, and she felt something cold against her fingers. Brushing her fingers over her nipple, she felt the cool touch of metal, and her heart sank. Even without looking down, she knew. But she had to confirm it. She looked down, and as she feared, her nipple had been pierced by a platinum barbell. Now that her hands were free, she inspected it, and she tried to find the end that could be unscrewed to remove the piercing.

She found none. It was a solid piercing, made from a single piece of expensive material. There was no way she could remove it by herself. She looked at her other nipple, and unsurprisingly, that one was pierced as well. Throwing back the covers that were crumpled around her legs, she spread her legs and looked.

It was there. A delicate ring of the same platinum pierced her clit. She touched it to look for an opening, but even the slightest movement agitated the sensitive clit, and she moaned softly. On the verge of a panic attack, she rushed to the bathroom, before collapsing to the floor after the second step. Her rushed movements made the ring move, and in her current state, she was not able to deal with the way it stimulated her clit. Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom and the full-sized mirror she had installed there. She closed her eyes, fearing what she would see. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Staring back at her was her younger self. A version she had not seen since her earliest days in acting. That was the last straw her mind could take, and she collapsed to the floor, crying as it all became too much for her. Purple and pink smoke began to surround her, and after a soft *PUFF* the bathroom was empty. Megan Fox was gone.

Jessica was walking towards the lobby of the hotel. The time she had given Alia to complete her task was up, so now was the moment to see if she had delivered. She entered the lobby through the large double doors and immediately, her eyes fell on the centre of the room. No longer was it empty. Where once was a glaring empty spot, now stood a two-meter square box made from black glass. Kneeling next to it was Alia, waiting dutifully for her Mistress's arrival. Once she reached Alia, Jessica asked the question she had been anxious about for the last few days.

"Well? Did you succeed?"

Alia smiled and nodded her head.

"Yes, Mistress. Your new **** has been prepared as you requested, and I believe I have managed to present her in a way that you will find satisfying."

Jessica looked at the black box.

"Well, let's see it then."

Alia touched the glass, and it became clear. Inside, she saw who she had wished for. Megan Fox, the bitch that had ruined Katie's day to such an extent that she was a depressed mess for days. She walked around the box, inspecting it and its contents from all sides. Megan was suspended in mid-air, her arms behind her back in a stressful reversed prayer. Her legs were bent, and her ankles were tied to her elbows to keep them in place. A harness made from soft blood-red rope encased her body, and from it, ropes split off towards the corners of the box. From her knees, similar ropes went to the bottom corners, and it was those ropes that kept her exposed and suspended. She noticed the beautiful piercings on her nipples and clit, and the slowly moving dildo inside her pussy, as well as how it was attached to her clit ring. Occasionally, Megan would twitch or squirm, but for the most part, she remained fairly docile.

"This looks perfect Alia. You have truly outdone yourself with this."

Alia smiled and bowed her head low.

"Thank you, Mistress. I exist to please you, and it gives me great pleasure to hear you are satisfied so far."

"Oh, I am satisfied, this looks great. And the other part of my wish?"

Alia's eyes briefly flashed, and Jessica could see the piercings began to vibrate rapidly. At the same time, the dildo began to move much more rapidly. As if a switch had been flipped, Megan began to struggle desperately against her bonds. She watched as the hated actress squirmed and gyrated for several seconds before everything stopped. For a second, Megan kept thrusting her hips, before she trashed and screamed. Small speakers build into the sides softly projecting the sounds from within the box to a small area around it, so people could hear her sounds. Jessica saw a few tears begin to form in Megan's eyes, as she finally settled down.

"Excellent. And she requires no further caring for?"

"No Mistress. As you wished for, her need for food, drink and air has been erased. As well as her need for "other" bodily functions. She can be left here indefinitely, and she will not die or suffer from a lack of care. The box is also airtight, so no airflow can leave or enter the box. Her sight has been removed as well, so she has no idea what is happening around her, or where she is. Should her mind break for whatever reason, it will be restored to a point before that would happen after a few seconds. The box will also clean itself at the start of each day, just as a precaution."

Jessica nodded.

"Good. And the final thing."

Alia waved her hand in front of the box, and a small pedestal appeared. On it was a small display that had a clock keeping time, and a number that pinged up by one as she looked at it.

Time since the last orgasm; 3 days 49 minutes and 14 seconds.

Orgasms denied since the last orgasm; 526

Underneath the display was a big, bright red button. Jessica reached for it but stopped at the last moment.

"Mistress? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just wished Katie was here to enjoy this moment with us."

Alia moaned softly as Katie appeared in a cloud of pink smoke. She looked around for a bit before she saw Jessica, and she kneeled down.

"Mistress, did you need me?"

Jessica took Katie's hand and pulled her up.

"I did. I got a little surprise for you. Do you remember that day when that bitch Megan Fox came to work and basically ruined everyone's day?"

Katie's eyes darkened at that memory.

"Of course, it is hard to forget."

Jessica stepped aside, to allow Katie a full view of the glass box behind her. For a full minute, Katie was speechless as she took in the sight before her. She looked at the box, or rather, the person writhing in sexual agony inside it. Then to Jessica. Then to Alia. Before she started laughing. She threw her arms around Jessica's neck and pulled her best friend into a big hug.

"Oh thank you. I knew that when you said we would make her pay somehow you said it to make me feel better. But this. This is so much better than anything I could have imagined."

"You're welcome, sweetie. I never forgot about that day, nor the promise I made. But you should also thank Alia, she was the one who did all the work."

"Oh, I will thank her later when we are alone. Lots and lots of thanks. So what's the big red button for?"

Here, Alia spoke up for the first time since Katie had appeared.

"The button is linked to **** Megan's orgasm. Pressing it will immediately make her cum. The longer you wait before pressing it, the stronger her orgasm will be, as all accumulated orgasms will be released at once. But even if you keep holding it down, she will keep cumming regardless of how long it had been."

Jessica took Katie's hand in her own and held it above the button.

"Together?"

"Together."

At the same time, they pressed the button.

Megan's reaction was instantaneous Within a second, her body snapped tight as her muscles visibly strained against the ropes. An ungodly muffled moan came from the speakers as she began to convulse in mid-air. After another second, her entire body stilled, and vibrated slightly from the sheer tension inside of her, before she let out a guttural groan. The counter displaying her orgasms began to count down at a blazing speed, as Megan continued to orgasm. Her pussy began to drip, then leak, then stream, before a powerful jet of pussy juices squirted from around the still vibrating dildo. It sprayed the glass around and beneath her, as hundreds of orgasms ripped through her body in the span of seconds.

After ten seconds, the counter reached zero, and Megan collapsed in her bindings. Breathing heavily, her body still twitching from aftershocks, and her pussy still dripping from the sheer amount of pussy juice she had squirted.

'Well, that was..."

Jessica was cut off as Katie smashed the button again.

Megan tensed as all her muscled coiled in preparation for release before letting out a grunt as another orgasm was torn from her. She pressed it again, and again, and again. And each time, without fail, or any proper buildup, Megan orgasmed. Like a toy created to do a single thing upon command, she came. Groaning softly, utterly y spent from the powerful orgasm, Megan hung limply inside the box. A soft hum came from the speakers, followed by a pained moan. A minute later, accompanied by a soft wail, the counter flipped from zero to one.

"Yeah, are you done?"

"Oh, I don't think I will ever be done doing that. It is just too much fun. But yes, I think I got the worst out of my system."

She turned to face her kneeling girlfriend.

"And you, you will be getting an extra special reward later tonight. And you have to tell me everything about what you did."

"If Mistress wishes it so, I can add mine and **** Megan's memories of it to the cinema room, so you can rewatch it at your own leisure."

"I wish it so."

Alia shuddered as the pleasure of the wish flowed through her.

"Also Mistress. If you watch the memories, please take note of the other woman. She is a personal trainer that had some intimate interactions with Megan before I finished my work. I think her personality would fit well with us, and we could all benefit from her expertise in keeping everyone in shape."

'Hmm, I'll think about it. And did you just call your Mistress fat?"

"No Mistress, I merely suggested that everybody here could benefit from having a personal trainer around."

'Oh, you're sassy today huh? I wish I had a leash in my hand."

With a soft glow, the item appeared in Jessica's hand.

"Now, on your knees, ****, and crawl towards your Mistress."

Dutifully, Alia crawled towards Jessica and looked up. She watched as Jessica handed the leash to Katie.

"Here, You do it. Leash your girlfriend, and follow me."

Katie did as instructed, asking her head with a smile on her face. She knew alia had a sharp tongue at times, and this was not the first time it had gotten her in trouble.

Where are we going, Mistress?"

Jessica was walking towards the elevator.

"Do you remember that drunken night a few years back? We said that if we ever got filthy rich somehow we would go to the most expensive hotel in the world, rent the VIP room, and wreck it."

She turned around to watch as Katie was leading a crawling Alia towards the elevator.

"Well, I am filthy rich. I own what is probably the most expensive hotel in the world. And the two of you are going to help me wreck the VIP room."

They entered the elevator, and it closed behind them, just as Jessica pushed Katie against the wall and kissed her deeply.

Both had already forgotten about Megan or the fact that the little counter had just changed to a fourth orgasm that had been denied.

This chapter was inspired and based on a story I read in Literotica. It is generally the same, but I think I have done enough to keep it somewhat original, and not an exact copy. Still, give it a read if you liked this, and make sure the original writer gets the likes for his story as well.

https://www.literotica.com/s/eternal-bondage-genie-1-siena

Cheers.