Elsewhere...

Kevin.

There was a POP sound and a sudden moment of disorientation. ****-Kevin looked around to see that he was back in his Master’s house. The eighteen year old **** boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Kevin had always known that relative to other slaves he had it easy. When he and his mother had been sold by his dad after the financial crash Kevin had worried that whoever bought him would be the sort of person who got off on abusing their slaves. Luckily, Jonas was a kind Master who treated all of his slaves with affection. Kevin knew plenty of **** boys owned by men who thought that sodomizing their slaves on a regular basis was just good policy, but Jonas had never **** himself on Kevin. In fact he often felt more like a son than a **** to Jonas - Kevin was even allowed to spend the night of his eighteenth birthday with the house-slut, Clara. Never was a boy more loyal to the man that owned him in the whole history of The Empire than Kevin was to Jonas.

So, when Tiffany and Miranda ran off to Jessica’s party, of course Kevin told Jonas as soon as he found out. Jonas’s reaction had surprised the **** boy. Master Jonas had trusted Kevin to fetch his daughter and his young slut back where they belonged. Despite his best efforts to reason with the guards, the men with guns, batons, and taser prods refused to listen to Kevin’s story. Kevin was on to be deterred, his master had given him a mission and he was going to carry it out or die trying. A quick walk around the perimeter of the house, a casual and quiet climb up the trellis and he was half to finishing his mission. When ****-Kevin discovered Jessica’s secret, he knew what he had to do. The boy who had spent the last six years being treated like a son by a kind man only to be promoted to footman at age eighteen, what else could he do but try to get the ring for his owner?

Kevin must have been the luckiest **** in the world. Not only was he owned by a man who did not **** him, but that man was caring enough to come and check on him when his mission was taking too long, and that man was in exactly the right place and at exactly the right time to catch the ring when Kevin was struggling with Jessica for its possession. With the ring safe in hand, Master had whisked his favorite **** boy back home where he belonged.

“There you are.” Kevin turned to see Mistress Annabelle approaching. On instinct Kevin fell to his knees and bowed his head. “Rise.” Annabelle gestured with her pudgy fingers for Kevin to get back on his feet and did so in a casual manner which indicated that Kevin was free to take an informal attitude. “I just woke up from a nap. I have not seen the house this empty in ages.” Kevin’s gaze was drawn to the way that Mistress Annabelle left her silky turquoise robe open to reveal that underneath she was wearing nothing but her sheer pink panties. “Where is everyone?”

“Well Mistress…” Kevin did not think that it would be wise to tell his Master’s mother about the genie binding. That was Master Jonas’s story to tell. “The slaves Miranda and Tiffany ran off to a party. Citizen Jessica Edwards turns eighteen tonight and her father is throwing her a huge Cumfesta and invited all the cool kids from the fourth and fifth echelons in Lechtorgrad. Tiffany and Miranda got invites, but I did not. Master Jonas said that they could not go if I could not go. So the girls forged his signature on a pass and snuck out.”

“Those uppity tarts!” Annabelle exclaimed. “Oh when I get my hands on them. So. Jonas is out fetching Tiffany and Miranda. I guess that means that Clara and Elizabeth must have finished up their chores and are feeding in the barracks. Come boy.” Annabelle beckoned with her finger and the **** leaned in and awaited the CLICK sound of his owner’s mother attaching a leash to his collar. Feeling her playful tug on his neck, Kevin followed behind Mistress Annabelle to where his mother and the house slut were eating.

The two women were on their knees face first in a dog bowl filled with **** chow, an amalgamation of hemp seed, freeze dried vegetables, and crickets. Master was kind enough to let all his well behaved slaves have as much **** chow as they wanted. They were dressed in matching skin tight nylon shorts and sports bras. The pair looked up from their feeding bowls and abased themselves towards the clearly angry Annabelle.

Jonas’s mother kicked over Clara’s food bowl. “Bitch. Come.” The **** girl whimpered and crawled behind Mistress Annabelle. The woman ignored the slut crawling on her knees as her fingers stroked and caressed Kevin. “You are such a good boy, and good boys and their mothers are rewarded. Disobedient sluts and their whore mothers are punished.” Kevin could hear Clara **** up at the discussion, but the **** slut knew better than to speak unless spoken to, especially when crawling on her knees like the bitch she was.

“I can see, and smell, that you have been hard at work boy.” Annabelle gave the boy’s ear a playful lick. “I can taste it as well. You have grown into quite the young man, haven’t you, ****?”

“Thank you Mistress. Master Jonas works us hard and makes sure that all his slaves are in the best of shape.” Kevin said. While other iterations of Kevin Scott might be on the scrawny side, life in the Brooks house had **** the young man to develop a fit and toned physique.

“I can see that.” Annabelle said, sliding her hand up and down the boy’s thighs and glutes. “Come boy. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Annabelle said with a giggle and a series of tugs towards her bedroom’s shower.

Jessica.

Jessica looked around at the party going on in her name. She tried her best to not be seen. She looked around hoping that Cassie would come back soon with Mr. Brooks and she could solve this mess.

“Please Sir. I am sorry!”

Jessica looked up when she heard someone crying. She recognized Olivia from her English class, the girl was dressed like all the other **** girls working the party with Eugene dragging her towards a red tent from which loud music was emanating, loud music which failed to drown out the worst of the screams coming from inside the crimson pavilion.

Jessica backed away from the horror show. Her gaze scanning around for Cassie and Mr. Brooks. I wish that you were my **** and that you were back at my place right now. Jessica felt the surge of cosmic energies coursing through her every sinew and cell. Jessica let out a mewl of pleasure as her powers reached out through time and space and reordered events in the past to suit her Master’s desires. She let out a yelp as she transported a human-sized piece of matter through spacetime with a delightful POP. Jessica’s mouth was wet. The eighteen year old felt her skin grow flush. Jessica wondered if there was ANYTHING a human could feel that was even close to half as awesome as granting wishes. If the answer was no, then, for the briefest of moments, Jessica felt sorry for human beings. As much she wanted her freedom back, granting wishes was AMAZING.

“Jess! There you are my love.” It was Brad. Jessica’s heart almost leapt out of her chest when she saw her boyfriend smiling at her walking besides his friends from the football team.

Jessica ran up and wrapped her arms around the football quarterback and started to kiss him with mad passion. “Oh. Brad.” She said as she tried to lose herself in his arms and his kisses. “I. I.” She wanted to tell him what had happened to her, but the words got caught in her mouth. She trusted Brad with anything. Even this truth about being a genie. If SOMEONE had to be her owner, then she wished that it would be Brad. But as she tried to tell him what was happening. Something stopped her.

“Are you alright? We have been looking everywhere for you. We are all ready to start the Cumfesta. Everyone is waiting on you.” Brad said. “Don’t worry, I am sure that I will win and I am sure that even if Jamal beats Chris, he is a nice kind and will be kind to your ‘maids’.” Brad said the last word with air quotes. “Speaking of, so I know Cassie is, well, Cassie, and Greta got her petals plucked last season at Kendra’s Cumfesta. But the others. I know you are not supposed to say, but, Michelle, she is a virgin, right?” Brad asked with a mischievous grin.

Jessica was dumbstruck. Totally unsure of what to say. She only knew that what she wanted to do was slap Brad across his smug face and what she wanted to say to him was a long string of insults and expletives but Jessica also knew that she was a stranger in a strange land. Jessica stood there in silence with her mouth slightly ajar.

Whatever he thought, Brad laughed it off. “Come on.” He said as he led her by the shoulders towards the raised stage. “Once we get this over with, we can start making the plans for our engagement party.”

Jessica’s eyes went wide. “Engagement Party!” Jessica looked around for a way out. But Brad had her firmly in his grip and led her towards what looked to the eighteen year old girl like a sacrificial altar. Jessica looked back to see Cassie arriving where she had been waiting with Mr. Brooks at her side.

Before Jessica could say anything. Brad called out to Cassie. “****, it is time for you to play maiden. Go get yourself ready. I do not want to hear that you are the hold up on my love’s coming of age ceremony.” Cassie turned pale and ran off to prepare.

Jessica watched Jonas Brooks smile and wave at her. The emerald and gold ring visible on his hand as she was led off to a fate that she could not imagine.