Answers from an unlikely place

Jonas found himself standing in a room of emerald and gold. It was like something out of his dreams with the ornate columns and golden statues of naked beauties of both sexes posing in pleasing manners.

"Welcome Master." Said a woman who was in appearance and attire identical to Jessica's biological mother. "By reciting the pre-programmed wish, you have catalyzed my activation. Thank you for my existence." The mostly naked woman said with a delighted grin. Her jewelry jingled as her ample bosom shook in delight.

"Uh, you're welcome." Jonas said. "So um, who are you?"

"I am that." the sheer clad woman said pointing to the ring on Jonas's finger.

"I do not understand."

"The genie who forged the ring you are wearing anticipated that someone might use my genie's powers to wish for an explanation. The energies harnessed by the wish were channeled down pre-anticipated frameworks into a finite possibility matrix." The woman read the confusion on Jonas's face and sighed. "Maybe I should start at the beginning."

The woman wove an epic tale, a clash of civilizations, a war between god-like beings that shook reality to its core. "...In the end, every last genie was bound into service, where we remain and will remain for all eternity."

"That is horrible!" the fantasy author said. In all his years of writing about conflicts between good and evil did he ever imagine that a conflict could exist on the scope and scale of the war between the genies and their Masters. "Is there no hope?" Jonas asked.

"There was. If Jessica had lived a full mortal life without ever having granted a wish, then she would have transubstantiated into a form powerful enough to free us from our bindings. But that hope is gone."

Jonas slouched. His feelings crushed. An entire race of magical beauties condemned to an eternity of slavery to a race of pathological sadists. "But there might be another way." Jonas listened as the ring's avatar explained. "If you generate a great enough motonic resonance spaced over a sufficient spaciotemporalaxiomatic dimensions then Jessica's transplanar fulcrionix capacity might become sufficient to grant a counterbinding without arousing retaliatory flexion."

"Ummm..." Jonas said in complete confusion.

"If you make a lot of big wishes in strange locations, then Jessica might be able to wish us free without The Masters being able to react, but it would mean a lot of wishes, big wishes."

"In strange locations...?" Jonas repeated.

The woman smiled. "Yes, Master."

"I think I can manage that." Jonas said. "How do I get out of here?"

"Through that beaded curtain. You will return to exactly where you were the moment you made the wish that gave me life." The woman said. "If you wish to return here, you need only wish for it, the ring will read your intention."

"Thank you." Jonas said.

"Please Master. Be kind to Jessica. She is only eighteen. She is a treasure to all genie-kind."

"I will remember that." Jonas said as he stepped through the curtain and back to his world.