A whimpering and cheerless cheerleader

The ring! Jessica realized. I have to get to the ring! She darted into her ensuite bathroom and scooped the jewelry box off the floor. At the same moment, her bedroom door opened and a disheveled, cum-stained Ernest stepped inside. Trapped in her own room, Jessica's fight-or-flight instinct raged. Would she be able to pummel her former Master into submission? Or could she possibly get away...?

Ernest peeked into the cheerleader's pristine bedroom. The bed's blue comforter was slightly ruffled, but otherwise there was no sign of inhabitance. Did she run off? he wondered. He began to sweat, thinking of Jessica traipsing through a sex-addled world looking for a new Master she could persuade to annihilate her old one. Maybe she just hid the ring, he hoped, desperately. And I just need to find it. He decided to search her room and headed to the first hiding place he could think of: her dresser.

Jessica watched in horror as the creep stalked to her dresser. He opened her top drawer--her underwear drawer -- and something inside her snapped. Clutching the ring tightly in one hand, she flew out of her bathroom and into the bedroom. Screaming at the top of her lungs, Jessica shoved Ernest with all her might, flattening his chest into her dresser and eliciting a loud "OW!" from the boy. Taking advantage of his distraction, Jess bolted, flinging her bedroom door open and crashing down the stairs two at a time.

Her hand was on the knob of her front door when a bolt of electricity coursed through her clean and freshly-rested body. Jessica sobbed as an orgasm tore through her pelvis, pulling the door open and running outside when it subsided.

She didn't get far, however. Another intense wave of pleasure hit her like a truck -- a painless collision, thanks to Ernest's recent wish, but a powerful one nonetheless. She doubled over, heaving deep breaths with her hands on her thighs, and then gritted her teeth as yet another wave pulsed through her. Run, she told herself, but she hadn't taken three more steps when she was bowled over by another powerful orgasm.

She lay in the grass, gasping for breath, until her vision was invaded by Ernest Redmond's loathsome, irresistible face.

Ernest was surprised by Jessica's sneak attack, but he was pleased to find he still couldn't be hurt. He heard the cheerleader clomping down the stairs and concluded that she must have the ring on her. I've got to stop her, he thought, his mind racing. How can I slow her down from up here?

A devious grin split his sweaty face as he said out loud, "Cum, Jessica." The teenage genie's sobs floating up the stairs confirmed that his power had worked, and Ernest took a triumphant breath. "Cum again, Jessica," he said, convincing himself he was casting a spell.

Ernest retraced his steps to the Edwards' front door, playfully casting more and more powerful orgasms on the blonde. "Jessica, time to cum!" he called as he reached the front door. He could see her in the front lawn, hands on her knees, struggling to breathe. Raising his hands like a sorcerer, he pointed his fingers at the genie. "Cum," was all he said as he conjured an image of Niagara Falls in his mind's eye.

Jessica collapsed, landing with a thud on her back, her hips and thighs gyrating and a thin "eeeeeee" escaping her lips. Ernest stepped over her and looked down.

"Where are you off to, dear?" he said lightly. "We have work to do."