She doesn't, and he does

Jessica squirmed in frustration, fighting to get her thoughts in order. She could do it if she tried. It was just mind over matter. She ignored pain when she was working out; she could ignore pleasure right now.

Slowly, she struggled to her knees. She planted one shaking foot on the ground, then pushed up, pulling the other foot underneath her as well. She stood in defiance to her tormentor. She looked down on him as he sat on her bed, the same way he'd been looking down on her.

"Never," Jessica whispered, her voice barely audible, but unwaveringly resolute. Her volume rising, she continued, "I will never serve you willingly."

Kevin sighed. He sounded genuinely disappointed, like he was going to have to do something he didn't want to. What could he really do though? The geek was a pushover, always had been; even with all the power in the universe, he still was. He kept offering her chances because he couldn't stomach actually doing anything to her.

"You just had to say that," the nerd said dejectedly from the bed, looking down at the ground instead of facing her. "You can't lie, so you really mean it, and you have to keep your word."

"Of course I mean it," Jessica said defiantly, "and I'd never be your **** even if your magic let me."

Kevin sighed again and shook his head. "I wish I had control over the physical sensations of Jessica Edwa— my genie."

The surge of pleasure from the wish nearly toppled Jessica, but she managed to keep herself upright. She wondered what the geek she was staring down at was planning. It was such a broad wish, it could be almost anything. Was he going to make her feel more pleasure? Make her more sensitive? She braced herself for more of what she was fighting. She had to be ready.

Kevin looked up at her, his face tired, and said, "I don't have to tell you what's happening, but I'm going to, so you understand."

"Gee, thanks, Master," Jessica spat, her anger helping her focus. "Please tell your stupid little genie what—"

Jessica cut her own retort short, as she let out an almost inhuman wail of pain. All the frustrating pleasure that had been building since that bastard kept her from pleasuring herself had somehow just been replaced by searing pain. Her knees buckled and she crumpled into a heap at the bastard's feet, her body twitching and jerking as the pain rolled through her in spasms.

Kevin stood up and began pacing the room. "I just—" he began, his voice barely audible over Jessica's howling screams. "Speak when spoken to," he stated, but the screaming continued. "Ah, I wish 'Speak when spoken to' worked for all of my genie's sounds, not just words."

Despite herself, Jessica was actually happy when she heard the wish. Even a little of the **** pleasure would be a reprieve from the excruciating pain she was experiencing. Instead, the pain intensified, as if she had been stabbed in the crotch. Tears ran down her cheeks as her screams disappeared, only the pain of her throat becoming raw from overuse remaining. Still, the constant pain wouldn't let her stop screaming.

"As I was saying, I just turned all your pleasure into pain." He came to a stop in front of her, looked down at her weeping and twitching form uncomfortably, and said, "Now let's try pleasure again."

The pain switched back to pleasure and it was just too much. Jessica's back went taught and her eyes rolled back in her head as the waves of pleasure hit her hard enough to make her achieve orgasm without even being touched. Her whole body spasmed and went wild, spraying cum all over the carpet as she silently moaned through her hoarse throat. She lost all concept of time and place and just lay on the floor, shaking as aftershock upon aftershock rolled over her.

When she started to recover some of her senses, Jessica looked up to find Kevin looking back down at her quivering body with disappointment. "I really wish I hadn't had you on mute for that," he said with legitimate disappointment. "Oh well, you may speak."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jessica screamed from her place on the floor, too physically exhausted from the excruciating pain and mind-blowing orgasm to stand.

"Really?" he asked. "I put you through all that, and you're still openly defiant?"

Jessica bit back an angry retort and **** herself to think. She went back over everything that had happened since the man staring down at her had teleported himself into her room. He had actually been decent at first, all things considered. He was still a pervy ass trying to control her, but that was all guys.

Of course, he'd also tortured her. That wasn't most guys. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her that he only did that after she insulted and defied him, and that he didn't seem to enjoy it. Jessica wavered. She didn't want to be a ****, but she also knew it wasn't a good idea to piss off the guy with the magic ring.

"I'm... sorry, Master. I was just upset after the... pain," Jessica explained, looking down at the carpet.

Kevin sat back down on the edge of the bed and sighed. "I'm sorry about that. You just pissed me off so much. I really need to be more careful with all this power."

Jessica swallowed a lump in her throat and looked up at Kevin. It seemed like he was actually sorry, but he could be faking it. Did it matter?

"So, here we are again," Kevin said, looking Jessica in her confused emerald eyes. "Will you serve me as a loyal genie, assist me, and not betray me?"

Jessica pursed her lips, and thought for a moment. She didn't really have a choice, right? It might not be so bad. Swallowing her pride, she said, "No." Hearing her own words come out wrong, Jessica begged, "Wait, that's not what I said. I said no. I promise I'll stab you in the back the first chance I get."

Kevin sighed and stood up, shaking his head. "You're lying to me, genie."

"Yes, I am. I mean– Wait, Master, I promise–" Jessica stammered.

"Do you even think of me as your master?" Kevin asked, looming over Jessica's prone form.

Jessica bit her lip and looked up at him. "No, Master."

Kevin sighed yet again. "I didn't want to have to do this."

Suddenly, Jessica couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything either. She couldn't even feel anything. She tried screaming, but she had no idea of whether or not it was working. There was nothing. The world suddenly felt infinitely large and like it was compressing her to nothing, all at the same time.

Then, there was a voice. "I wish Jessica could hear me when I want her to."

It should have been a small pulse of pleasure, but it felt like a world. It was all that Jessica had, and she clung to it fiercely. She found herself wishing desperately that she had more, that he would make more wishes.

"I've turned off all your senses; it should give you some time to think. I'm going to leave you like this until tonight, then we can talk about all this again." Kevin's voice came from nowhere and everywhere. It was everything, everything except what she got from the wish.

Jessica tried to protest, but if she was actually saying anything, she couldn't hear it.

After that, there was only the tiny ball of pleasure, nothing else.