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The Orient Connection

Loraniece felt as if she were surrounded in the warmth and protection of not only her magic, but the strength of her Master. His wish had been one she secretly hungered for. She had often given her body to the Masters of her past, some gave her pleasure... some only pain and humiliation. She felt and knew that Joseph was different. He wanted to please her as well.

Their bodies moved in time with one another. Loraniece’s sex was swollen with need. The moisture pooled against her lips and when she placed herself over her Master’s face, she shivered as the warmth of his breath caressed her skin. The slick juices were slowly seeping from her and sliding down the warm slit of her sex. She knew that the first touch of Joseph’s tongue would bring a hot steady flow of nectar from deep within her... a tempting treat to quench, but not satisfy his thirst. She knew he would want more.

She studied the erect shaft that was so close to her lips that she could feel the heat of its head caress her face. Her mouth opened and she lavished a blanket of warm air over his cock and testicles. The long strands of red curls caressed his thighs and surround her face and his sex in a curtain of thick crimson. Together the moved as one.

Loaniece moaned as she felt Joseph’s hands move to her hips. She heard his groan of desire come from him when her hand cupped his testicles. She whimpered as his tongue made one lazy stroke from then end of her slit to the top. He too moaned, a deeper more primal noise that vibrated through him and traveled up to her pussy, when he felt her tongue sweep over the ridged head of his cock and down the largest of the swollen veins.

The two lovers, Master and Genie, slowly began an exploration of the other. Loraniece gathered the twin marbles that were being rolled in her palm and guided first the left then the right into her mouth. As she did this her hips dropped considerably and Joseph’s mouth began to take her precious offering and savor the aroma and the drink.

Her mouth continued drawing on the firm sphere, rolling it back and forth with her tongue while her fingers played with the other. The sheets were grasped in the fist of her free hand as she felt every lap of Joseph’s tongue sweep over her sex. She released his right ball and treated the left to the same ministrations as its twin, but this time she used more pressure, sensing the need for it from the way her Master continued to push his hips up to her as an offering for her to take.

Eventually, Loraniece guided the right testicle into her mouth again and this time she sucked on both of them. His body was pleasing to her and as she rolled the hard spheres back and forth letting her teeth occasionally press and glide over them. Her sex was raging as Joseph added his teeth to the mix of erotic movements he played upon her skin. Loraniece moaned against his balls and felt his pleasure from the vibrations on his sack roll through her. He too moaned and forced her body to accept the hot air that followed his vocalized admission of pleasure.

When she released his velvet package from the warm recesses of her mouth, she ran her tongue up the engorged vein again. This time her hand lifted the hard rod and held it for her so she could closely inspect the shaft and head with her tongue. She licked her way up the swollen cock, ran the tip around the head, licked her way back down the underside of his sex until she settled on the base and began a slow series of small nips with her lips and teeth. Loraniece traveled her way back up to the head of his cock, where she hovered on the edge of guiding him into her hot, welcoming mouth.

"Are you ready my Master?" she asked... though she was not asking for a wish, or permission, this was all about teasing, making him beg for her sweet mouth to take him and play his cock like she would a fine instrument. She wanted to make him sing beneath her touch and she wanted nothing more then to eventually taste the white pearls of his sex... pearls far more precious to her than any gift he'd given her so far.
 
The Song of Pleasure

Joseph smiled mischievously when he heard Loraniece’s teasing question. Of course he was ready, her wonderful mouth had brought him almost to the point of no return. He knew where her warm mouth would be next if he gave in to the demands of his body and cried out his need. His mind was elsewhere and his bodies needs would wait just a few more minutes while he returned the gift that she had just given him.

The bright sunlight on the surface of the translucent tent diffused as it penetrated, becoming a shadow less glow. Joseph gasped in wonder as he looked up at the sight Loranieces body presented to him outlined sensuously against the light. Her legs on each side of his head extended up to two creamy thighs. At their juncture was the object of his attention. Just a few seconds ago she had lowered her hips and when her body had almost come in contact with his mouth he had lifted his head and extending his tongue had tasted her, taking in some of her sweet, liquid, savoring its aroma, swirling in his mouth her slick hot nectar. His tongue had made one slow and tantailizing trip from one end of her slit to the other as his hand grasped her hips and he strained to hold his head up.

What she had been doing with her with her mouth, suckling his nuts, and then with her tongue and teeth teasing and exploring his cock, had caused him to lay back down again content for the moment to be played with in this delightful way. He had laid there, the taste of her in his throat the scent of her in his nostrils and the delicious view of her pussy perched above him. He had wanted more, he had needed more.

He moved his hands up and grasped her butt, kneading the supple flesh, spreading his fingers out and around. His thumbs moved forward along her inner thighs separating her glistening coral folds. No longer a slit ,her pussy opened up like a fluted vase, an elliptical vessel filled with slick and silky nectar. His fingers dipped inside as his hands moved up. Turning his hands and with his his thumbs he curled back the hood that concealed the tender bud, he knew hid under it. His thumbs now wet from their short jouney slowly circled one on each side of the taut nub and moistened it. He heard and felt her moan against his cock and wondered. Was he ready? Was she ready? He looked again at this sweet portal. wanting to invade it with his tongue, suck and suckle at it. Drawing in his breath and raising his head again and he buried his face in heated wetness of this wonderful place, lapping her juices up, teasing her swollen folds as he moved slowly first from side to side and then from back to front. Before he took his next breath he had laved her clean and swallowedthe last clear drop of her honey.

Straining up again he sought out her throbbing clit and taking it between his lips he stroked it with his tongue. A moan of pleasure on his lips vibrated between them and he felt her shiver and her body arch and stiffen.

“Yes” he hissed between his closed teeth. I want you to…” He didn’t get time to finish as she lowered her body on his face. The vessel that he though he had drained was once again full and overflowing and he only had time for one more quick deep breath. He held it inside as her mouth engulfed his cock and his mouth opened to welcome her pussy.

The liquid sounds of their total enjoyment filled the room, the aroma of sexual stimulation invaded their nostrils, The spontaneous vibrations created by each heightened pleasurable motion enveloped them as they began to share a song of sexual pleasure.
 
Savory Delights

Loraniece couldn’t breath. Her body was soaring so high above her, she could barely think as Joseph tasted her sex. Her lips had trembled against the head of his cock and when she did finally come back to him, though it had seemed like forever that she was gone, she guided his swollen head into her mouth. She felt his moan against her pussy and she moaned back as she swirled her tongue around his cock. Her muscles clenched tight and she whimpered against him as the feeling of him taking her closer to the edge of release and back again started to grow.

She took his shaft in slowly. Her tongue massaged and worked his hardened sex deeper into her mouth inch by inch. Loraniece pressed her tongue over the front of his cock. Her free hand stroked and twisted the hard rod as she began to guide them on a journey of unhindered passion. Loraniece was free to enjoy her lover, her Master, her friend. She hoped she pleased him and as his hips rose up and she enveloped him further she knew she did.

Her hand left his cock so her mouth could finish the meal it had started. She took all of him in. Her lips pressed against his groin as she sucked and stroked him with her mouth. Her hand, no longer playing with his sex, moved to his balls. She palmed them, rolled each one between her fingers like gentle spheres of clay.

Loraniece kept her mouth over his sex, welcoming every thrust he instinctively pushed into her. She stopped for a moment as she savored the feelings he was pouring into her as his tongue licked and stroked her sensitive flesh. She groaned against his sex, the vibrations ran through his shaft and she knew he enjoyed the sensation so she repeated it every time he suckled and teased her pussy.

Her fluids were thickening and she knew she would reach her climax soon. She hungered for that release, never had she felt such a feeling of oneness with any other Master. It seemed to inserted itself into her, joining the man and herself as more then just Master and slave.

She could sense everything that Joseph wanted and her desire increased as she felt herself pleasing him. There was no Genie magic working now, it was pure desire and passion that drove Loraniece to please her lover as she went back to pleasuring his cock and her mouth opened wider, her jaw adjusting to begin a steady rhythm of deep-throating him as her fingers went back to massaging his testicles.
 
The climax

Never in his life had Joseph experienced anything so breathtakingly awesome. Every stroke her warm mouth made raised him higher and higher, drove him closer and closer, pulled him tighter and tighter, towards that wonderful feeling of oneness he so craved. Her mouth felt like a part of his cock and his cock felt like it was a part of her mouth as slowly and deeply she drew him inside and then just as slowly and purposely held him in the tightness of her throat and sucked Pleasure beyond belief soared through his body along with the desire to let her milk out the white pearls of his sex that he could feel were beginning to stir deep within. He knew she wanted it as much as he wanted to give it to her. That she would see it as a gift, a treasure she would relish with joy.

Deep in Loraniece's pussy Joseph’s tongue was searching for treasure of his own. He had already tasted some of her sweet nectar but he wanted more. He wanted her to totally release her climax to him. To surender to him, her pleasure. This would be her gift to him. To cum for him, to cum with him.

His face had at once become inundated with her juices when he had returned to feast on her sex. He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath lick his lips and swallow. “God she was beautiful.” he thought as he gazed in awe at the place his face had just been. Her swollen pussy lips glistened, the coral entrance to her sex, with its folds and convolutions, beckoned him, her clit throbbing, extended, made him shiver with anticipation. His hands grasped her butt and pulled her to him His mouth found her clit and he sucked it inside. He felt her shiver and draw his cock deeper into her throat. He lunged up driving it even deeper, she drove her body down into his face, he sucked savagely on her clit and together they began the frenzied sexual journey to completion. They moved as one urging each other onward… upward… faster… deeper… closer… higher… harder…Moaning into each others bodies they reached the pinnacle and flew…Together.
 
Another gift to Joseph

Sheets of lava fell from the sky or so it seemed as the two lovers climaxed. The Genie transported them to her bottle where they were covered in the glittering lights of her home. She drank from him as her body released its passionate fountain of honey. Loraniece urged a second shot of seed from Joseph as she shook and trembled over his open mouth. She continued drawing from his sex the hot cum that her body craved. As she did she felt his tongue dive deep into her and she curled her fingers into the soft plush blankets on her bed.

The jewels of her home shone brightly over the two bodies that were pulling and tugging on each other. Loraniece finally released his cock. Her back arched and when she felt Joseph capture her clit with his teeth and bite gently, she screamed his name, “Joseph!” She shuddered again and more nectar escaped. “Ohhh... Joseph,” she cried out.

Joseph’s finger moved inside and began to twist back and forth. Her back arched and she bucked against his face. She could feel the overwhelming heat that threatened to burn her and she welcomed it. “Joseph... ohhh please, help me!” she begged.

She heard his intake of breath and when he moved his face back and forth over her sex in a frantic frenzy to bring her to climax again, Loraniece ground her hips into him. The final wave slammed over the edge and dropped down. The colors that shot through her clenched eyes became one with each other.

Reds blended with orange. Gold slammed into silver. White satin screamed as it cascaded from her. Liquid silk flowed from deep within Loraniece and she yelled out his name over and over again as she came for him.

Joseph could feel her body trembling as he claimed her. He suckled her swollen lips as her honey dripped free. When her thrusting eased, he smiled against her velvet lips, ran his tongue over them and then eased his fingers from her pussy. Joseph placed a soft upon her worn clit and moaned as he felt her begin to lick and clean his cock.

Loraniece ran her tongue over the softened rod. She cleaned it with long, lazy strokes until she had every drop he’d left her. She washed her lover then dried him with her long red tresses. When she was finished Loraniece lifted herself from her position and curled next to his side. Her fingers trailed down his chest and up again. Her eyes shyly looked up to those that were gazing down at her.

“My home,” she whispered. She stretched up and placed her lips against her Master’s and kissed him deeply. The taste of her was fresh on his lips and she drank it in. He too enjoyed the erotic flavoring of their arousals mixed and mingled in their mouths. “My home,” she whispered again when their lips separated. Loraniece had never felt so at home in all her years as a Genie, even when she’d been released from the sleep the Sultan’s wife place her in, she had never felt at one with not only the bottle or the amulet, but with the man that held her in the palm of his hand.
 
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The afterglow

"My home." She had said, and for the first time Joseph realized she had transported them both to her home in the bottle, so involved he had been in their lovemaking. Even in the afterglow of satiation as they tasted the remnants of their combined climaxes, he had not noticed. His entire focus had been on her and what she was doing for him. Not only in the way she had purged every drop of seed from his body with her hungry mouth and had eagerly cleaned his satiated cock, but in the way she had completely surrendered her climax to him. Given in to his need to suckle, to immerse himself in her liquid heat. To drink from the fountain of her sex and drain her dry. She had given him a gift he would cherish forever.

She whispered "My home." again after they had shared a lovers kiss and the warmth of euphoric after glow.

Joseph looked around seeing for the first time what her home looked like from the inside. He had never seen so many beautiful colors, or felt so much warmth and tranquility. He felt like he was floating in the big bed they shared. His body, his mind and his soul was at one with this place and the woman he held in his arms. He felt like he could stay here forever He had the amulet, no one could make them come out, no one could disturb them. They could make love again and again…forever…

He turned to Loraniece and saw in her eyes, for the first time, a look of complete submission. He shuddered when he thought again how her mouth had milked him how even though it was what he desired she too was reaching toward the goal to fulfill her desires. Was that what being a master meant? he wondered. To have someone who would give in to his every need and desire. When he had been loving her with his mouth with his hands and fingers, his goal had been to help her fulfill her needs and desires. He knew he had, his final effort had brought on a climax beyond what he had even thought possible, the same as his climax had been awesome for both of them. He knew too that every time they made love again it would be just as awesome, not the same, he knew , it would be new and exciting every time, but still just as breathtakingly awesome.

His hand had slipped down to cup around her mound, still damp from their lovemaking. She opened her thighs to make room for this welcome intrusion. He felt the glow that came from within and firmly but softly held her. This place now belonged to him he thought, as her master it would be his and his alone. She had taken him to her home and as long as he had the amulet she would belong to him. He swore he would die before he gave her up to some other master.

She moved her hand to cup his manhood. Her fingers kneaded the soft flesh until she had him firmly enclosed. "Yes ."he admitted to himself, in a way she owned him also. Even though he was the master he would be sure that his wishes would please her as well as himself. It was as if they were one.

He was the first to speak. He squeezed tight where his hand held her feeling the soft supple folds give way to his grasp. “This place belongs to me my genie. You belong to me.’

She looked at him and smiled and her hand tightened also. She didn’t say it but Joseph knew that she owned him as well.

Instead she giggled and said. “And what do you wish from me now that you “have” me?”

Her teasing remark brought a smile to Joseph’s lips. He knew what he wanted but his body wasn’t ready. “I’m hungry” he said suddenly. “I need something to eat.” He had tried to put a sense of authority into his voice but was sure she saw through him.

“Just like a man.” Was her retort, playfully spoken. “Either they roll over and go to sleep or they head for the pantry.”
 
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The Paper Weight of Glass

The playful joke she made brought a chuckle to both herself and Joseph. Inside her bottle she knew no one could watch or see them, so she used her magic to create a silver platter that was heaped with cheese, fruits, and various meats and crackers. A bottle of wine hovered in the air and with a flick of her wrist it poured out into two silver goblets. She plucked them from the air and the wine disappeared. The tray settled down between them and she rested on the bed opposite her lover. She had her legs crossed and offered a goblet of wine to her Master.

She waited for him to taste the cool liquid silk and when she saw his approving smile she too smiled. Her face sparkled as the colors of the jewels caressed the two lovers’ skin. She drank deep of the wine and offered him the tray of food. Loraniece studied Joseph. His rumbled hair added to his features and she found herself reaching out and caressing the soft strands that were disturbed from their loving. She smoothed them back.

Loraniece could have used her magic to clear the scent of their loving from the air. She could have used her fingers to weave them in the most sensual fabrics known to man or Genie. She could have done many thing to repair their state of dress, but she didn’t. She just touched and observed. Joseph made a move for the fruits and she was there offering them to his mouth. Her long slim fingers held the exotic sweet orb to Joseph’s lips and he pulled it free. The burst of citrus and the sweet explosion of honey, Loraniece knew he would not recognize. She smiled at his surprised look and she popped a second into his mouth, which he quickly devoured.

“That is the fruit of my people. It is similar to your grapes, but as you can see by the gold color and by the taste that it is not like your grapes,” she popped two in her mouth, closed her eyes and savored the flavor. She licked the juice from her lips and opened her eyes again. “Mmm. . .” she whispered. “It has been to long,” she told him. Her eyes traveled down his body. “It has been to long for many things,” she added with a wink.

Loraniece left the bed for a moment and when she returned she sat down beside her friend. “I will show you something. I can only use it with your permission though. It is a window. May I?” she asked.

Joseph’s brow raised, his interest evident on his face. He continued eating as he nodded his permission for Loraniece to proceed.

“I’ve never shared this with anyone,” she whispered. “It is a powerful tool.” She opened the small box that rested in her palm. It was cube approximately two inches by two inches. To the average mortal it was simple a block of glass, an over-glorified paper weight. In the hands of a Genie it was so much more.

“Show me Joseph’s Amy,” she whispered. Suddenly the cube was full of Amy’s face on all its sides. They saw her in what she thought was a recreation room; it was in fact her living room. Two men were there talking to her. The closer Loraniece and Joseph watched more was revealed.

It was apparent that Amy did not want to talk to the men. One man pulled on the woman’s arm while the other began to open cabinets and drawers, obviously searching for something. Loraniece’s eyes grew wide when the man holding Amy reached out and slapped her. The Genie did not hesitate in repairing their state of dress, but did so without question. She did wait to see what her Master wanted her to do next. She could transport him out of her bottle, but after that she could do nothing else without his command.
 
Leaving the luxury of Home

Joseph had watched Loraniece leave the bed. He smiled remembering how earlier she had remarked about him not being able to see her butt. She had been right but since then he had taken the opportunity to enjoy the sight of it on more than one occasion. She was just as beautiful from behind as from the front. Her hair hung in damp ringlets over her shoulders and down her back. Each delightful globe of flesh moved independently above her long slender legs, while she teased him with a hint of her sex as she made her way across the floor. He wanted so much to steal up behind her, put his arms around her and capture her soft breasts in his hands while he moved his groin and thighs against her butt.

What Joseph marveled at most was that her nakedness was so natural, and that in her sight his was also. Sitting naked on the bed as they ate had been a mesmerizing experience, savoring the delicious food she had provided as well as delighting in each others presence and sharing the simple joy of each others company. To be sure their one-ness had made them friends as well as lovers. Also to Josephs way of thinking Loraniece’s catering to his every need meant that she thought of him as her master and that her only purpose was to make him happy. A lump came to his throat realizing what a great honor this master/slave relationship was for him and also an obligation to treat her with kindness and with love.

When she had shown him the magic cube he turned his attention from his feelings about her to the picture Loraniece had called for. He knew at once that this was no parlor magic, that the scene he was viewing was real and it was happening as they watched. Loraniece had used her magic to get them both clothed again which told him the urgency of the situation if they wanted to help his friend Amy. He also noticed that Loraniece was waiting for his command.

He knew that he could ask her to kill these two intruders at once, or spirit them away to someplace where they could no longer harm his friend. He was afraid however to have Loraniece use her power in this way at this time. He didn’t want to call attention to the use of magic. Whoever it was would only become more earnest if he were to suspect that. Obviously someone, perhaps the intruder at his cabin in Oregon, had discovered his connection with Amy and was looking for something. The amulet maybe, or information that would lead him to it. that he had an accomplice and that they both were intent on finding what they were looking for. Or was it Loraniece they were looking for? Did they have some connection to her past? Or was it just a coincidence that when Loraniece got the picture she was in trouble for some other unrelated reason. During the moment it took for Joseph to makeup his mind He watched in horror as the man who was holding Amy slapped her across the face.

“Get us there Right now!” He commanded as he turned to Loraniece. The words were no more out of his mouth when he heard a shot ring out from the cube and saw the two men running for the door and Amy lying in a pool of blood on the floor. “Oh god!” He screamed as he felt his body dissolve in a wisp of smoke and he knew he was being transported. He feared the worst and prayed he wouldn’t be too late to save Amy.
 
To live or not to live? That is the question.

Joseph and Loraniece appeared within seconds after the two men had disappeared. Amy lay on the floor of her living room, her body unmoving. Joseph ran to her side, as did Loraniece and she looked at her Master. He pulled the bloody woman into his arms and held her close. He was lost in his sorrow and had forgotten about Loraniece. She watched him hold the woman that was close to his heart. Loraniece could feel the love that he had for Amy and she found herself hurting for her Master. She waited for the thought to come to him, but he was not remembering Loraniece or her gifts.

She chewed on her lip she could not heal the woman if he continued holding her in his grief stricken state. She had to get his attention. Loraniece touched her Master’s arm and he pushed her away, lost in his sorrow. His hands continued to hold her as her life slowly ebbed from her body. “Joseph,” Loraniece called to him.

He looked at her then. His eyes at first void and full of nothing but horror. Loraniece reached out to him. Her mind caressing his for a moment. “Joseph,” she whispered his name again. A spark flashed in his eyes. It was all Loraniece needed. That flash was the awakening of Joseph. He was pulled from his sorrow and back to the present where he suddenly remembered Loraniece’s powers.

He laid her down and without a word watched his Genie save his friend’s life. Loraniece knew that time was of the essence and she laid her hand over the woman’s chest. She closed her eyes and felt the beat of the mortal’s heart barely drumming inside. But, her gift of power would save the woman, that was all she needed, one breath, one heart beat, without the one, then Amy would have been beyond Loaniece’s power.

With her eyes closed the woman worked to heal her Master’s friend. She pulled from deep within her the powers needed to melt the bullet that lay in the thick muscle. As she healed the room filled with a glorious stream of white light. It heated the room, to a point of discomfort, but Loraniece continued to increase the temperature as her powers repaired the damaged tissues and veins.

She was not aware of Joseph, in fact he was not in her thoughts Amy was. She was Amy’s Genie at that moment, filling the woman with the strength of a nation in order for her body to heal. Loraniece repaired torn skin and cloth. When she finally had repaired Joseph’s friend, she slipped her mind and hand away from Amy’s body and thoughts. As she did the room cooled and it was returned to normal. She looked over to Joseph and smiled, beside him on the floor was her bottle and she closed her eyes in exhaustion. “She will be okay, just tired when she wakes up. I need to rest,” she whispered to him.

He just stared at her and nodded his head. Loraniece kissed his lips and slipped into her bottle, leaving Joseph to absorb all he saw, while she rested deep within the jeweled walls of her home.
 
From the peace of near death to the uglyness of reality

As he knelt by Amy’s side, Joseph let go of a breath he felt he had been holding the whole time that Loraniece was healing his friend. He looked down at Amy’s face in wonder seeing her skin turn from ashen grey to the olive hue he was familiar with. Her jet black eyelashes flickered and even her ebony hair seemed to have new life. He took her hand and felt her heartbeat in her wrist, strong vibrant alive. He breathed a sigh of relief and gathering her in his arms lifted her up as he himself stood. He could feel the life force in her even though she was still except for the steady rise and fall of her chest when he laid her on her bed after carrying her into the bedroom.

Her almond eyes opened when Joseph slid his arms from beneath her back and stepped away. “Cold.” Her words were slurred as she continued I was so…cold.” he saw her body shiver.and he pulled a thick blanket up over her, tucking the edges in around her. She looked up and gave him a weak smile “Joseph. Thank God you’re here … but how…”

“Shhh.” he whispered “I’ll explain later, right now you need to sleep.”He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Tired,… I’m so tired." Her voice faded as her eyes closed and her breathing grew steady.

Joseph returned to the living room and slumped into a chair realizing that being the master wasn’t always easy. Even though he felt good about saving Amy’s life through Loraniece’s magic, he knew that he almost hadn’t reacted in time. He would have to be more observant from now on. And he needed to learn to trust Loraniece and in her power. He touched the amulet where it lay against his chest under his shirt. It was cool now. When Loraniece had been healing Amy he had felt it get warm and he knew even though he could not see it that it was glowing yellow as the heat that radiated from the healing enveloped it. He had seen the bright light fill the room and felt the power of Loraniece’s mind as she erased all signs of the damage that the intruders had inflicted.

The bullet hole in her blouse was gone, the blood that had been pouring from her body was no longer there, even the floor had been cleansed. There was no blood on Joseph’s hands or body where he had held Amy next to him. Joseph looked around the room. Desk drawers had been pulled open and papers and books were strewn every where. Closet doors were ajar and clothes and half open boxes were scattered about The kitchen and bathroom showed the same acts of relentless searching. But for what? Joseph had a few ideas but he wasn’t sure. When Amy woke up he was sure she would have some answers but he knew she needed to rest. He looked at the genies bottle in the middle of the floor where they had found Amy, remembering that Loraniece had gone to her home in there and he quickly thought so as to not disturb her that he wanted her to stay there until she was well rested too. He had seen that her valiant efforts to heal Amy had taken it’s toll on her physical and mental resources. He reminded himself to tell her when she came out of the bottle how grateful he was that she had saved his friends life. She was due several appreciative hugs, he was sure of that.

All he could do in the meantime was wait, wait and check on Amy from time to time. He soon got bored and began to clean up the apartment.
At least Amy wouldn’t have to wake up to a total mess , although Joseph was sure she would do a better job than he could. He needed to be busy so much had happened in the last couple of days. Both good and bad both pleasurable and worrisome. Joseph was a realist, he accepted with ease the good with the bad and the wonderful experience he was sharing with Loraniece far outweighed the burden of being her master. He knew too that as they spent more and more time together he would find it even more pleasurable and less of a burden.

He found an empty box and began to fill it with papers that had been scattered about the room. He picked up a small black book and noticed that it smelled like cigarette smoke. Amy didn’t smoke he thought and she didn’t allow anyone to smoke in her apartment. He opened the book and discovered it was an appointment book of sorts. The last entry was an address, well not a total address just a name, and a picture of a beautiful oriental woman about Amy’s age.Her name was Susan Ling along with the name of a city. Paris, France and then scrawled underneath Meet her in front of the Louve Wednesday,March 7,th late afternoon. He thought “What business did these two thugs have with this woman a week from now. " Maybe Amy could answer that question. He put the black book in his pocket and continued to clean, being careful to look for more clues.

An hour later he was almost finished when he thought he heard Amy stir. Quickly he went to her bedroom and saw her sitting up in bed. She smiled when he came through the door. “I guess I am back among the living.” she quipped.

“You look great, Amy.” Joseph wasn’t exaggerating. Actually, he hadn’t seen her looking so good in a long time. The crow’s feet around her eyes seemed to have vanished and her skin had the vibrancy of a teenager. Her hair seemed to be darker and her eyes sparkled with a freshness that astounded Joseph. Her voice was clear and unconfused. Joseph was afraid that she would have suffered some trauma associated with her near death experience, but she seemed calm and relaxed. She saw his look of concern. Taking his hand she smiled warmly. “I’m glad you’re here Joseph. I’m alright now, but I almost died you know. I felt the worst possible pain in my chest and knew the bullet was in there I felt the blood flow from my body and I got cold …so cold… but then there was the wonderful warm light and it was so peaceful and I just knew whatever happened it would be alright. And it was. I had this vision of this beautiful red haired woman kneeling over me I didn't know who she was but she looked like... that woman in those pictures you showed me That mythical genie... she shook her head and continued. "I felt the power of her life flowing into mine. You were there too, holding me, I felt you there Joseph, and I just knew I would be alright.” She looked at Joseph for a second or two as if she wanted to ask him something important.

‘What is it Amy?” He asked sensing her hesitation.

"The red haired woman is she… is she… the genie."

Joseph smiled "Yes Amy she is I summoned her from the bottle."

"You mean she WAS inside that old copper container."

"Yes but…" He wanted to tell her more about the gem studded bottle, about the getting it from the old man, and how he had gone inside of it and how… but instead he said “It’s a long story we’ll talk about it later. Loraniece is resting in the other room It took a lot of her energy to heal you.”

“I can imagine it did ,I saw the blood…” Amy looked down and felt the front of her blouse expecting a bullet hole and and a wound in her chest where she had felt the pain. “She …Loraniece saved my life didn’t she? She made it seem like it never happened , but it did I know it did.

“Yes, I’m afaraid it did but it’s over now and Loraniece used her power, She has many powers, she used one to save you.”

"Then I owe her don’t I? but I don’t know what I can do." She thought a moment, “You are her master aren’t you, Joseph.”

Joseph nodded "We’ll talk about that later too Amy right now we need to talk about what happened you before…before… the gun went off.” He asked cautiously.

“Of course". Amy answered. She wanted to tell him every detail while it was fresh in her mind but before she began, she asked for a drink of water.
Joseph had one question he had to ask first. He pulled the black book out of his pocket and turned to the last entry

"Read this .and tell me if you know this woman” Joseph said. I'll get you a glass of water.”

When he came back he saw the book on the floor and Amy with a look of fear on her face. “That woman is my sister.” she said. "I haven’t seen her for 40 years but I know she’s my sister.” She drank the water down and handing the glass to Joseph, took a deep breath and began...

Starting from when the first man entered her apartment. He was a short man, Asian, she thought, he came alone. Said he was looking for Amy Huang, he worked for the Federal Bureau of Oriental Ancestry Records, he had papers to prove it when she had asked, they looked very official. He had a nice smile though she was suspicious of his motives. He was making a survey, checking records of people of oriental descent. She would be paid if she could help him locate families that might be related. Her surname was quite unusual and it had been easy to track her ancestry. She had agreed to let him in to talk, an show her his records, she was interested to see where her ancestors were from. And she knew a little if it would help. He seemed nice, a gentleman, he even took of his shoes at the door. What harm could come of just sharing some information. She didn’t care about the money only if what she knew could help. It wasn’t till later that she realized he wasn’t interested in her past. He seemed to know all about that, he had charts with her family name that dated back many hundreds of years. She was amazed when he told the story of a traveler, Xuan Zhuang who had taken the Silk Road on his way to India to obtain Budist scriptures at the begining of that time period. As he crossed a wide desert area, he was attacked by bandits and they had carried off many of his slaves, among them was a young girl who he had given his surname to. he had reliable information that later that name had changed to Huang and that although there was no information about what her real name was it was suspected that she had been abducted from a royal family house hold in China. she had started to ask questions of him about the fact that she might have come from royal roots, but he began to get impatient when she didn’t talk about her present friends and fellow associates. When he mentioned Joseph she knew something was very wrong and when he talked about antiques that sometimes they could be clues to ancestry the hair went up on the back of her neck. When he asked if she had any keepsakes, perhaps an amulet, that her people had brought over from the far east with them when they came to America, she knew better than to carry this conversation any further. She asked him to leave, opened the door to show him out. There was another man outside the door, he was big and ugly. A Scotsman, Amy heard his accent when he swore at her and pushed his way in, closing and locking the door behind them. That’s when it got rough, they ransacked her home and then tried to get her to tell them where Joseph was, where the amulet was. She refused to tell them and then…
She sighed and looked up past Joseph to the open doorway, she clasped her hand over her mouth and Joseph looked around to see Loraniece standing there. “You summoned me, Master?”She said.

Joseph realized he had. At least five minutes ago without thinking he had wished that his genie was here to hear Amy’s story. Obviously she had heard every word Amy had said.
 
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The City of Love

Loraniece and felt her Master call though he never spoke the words out loud. She appeared in the room and waited for the woman to finish telling her story before she announced her presence. She never thought to interrupt the woman, though when she had appeared and heard Amy’s voice for the first time, the name “Silk Road” had sprung her interest.

Her thoughts instantly were on not only Joseph and his well being, but the words the woman spoke. When Amy stopped speaking, Loraniece felt it was time to ask Joseph what he wished. He studied her for a moment and she nodded her head quietly telling him that she had heard the story and could add to it if he so desired.

His, “Yes, please,” was all she needed. She smiled at Amy and moved closer to the woman and the man. “Hello, Amy. I am Loraniece, Joseph’s. . . Genie.” She inclined her head to the side and smoothed back a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of Amy’s bangs.

“Taklimakan Desert is the desert that you speak of. It is also called the “Land of Death” there is little vegetation, sandstorms rise up with no warning. I take it your name is Haung and it is believed you are an offspring of the slave girl.” The Genie spoke very monotone as she related what she knew or suspected of the unfortunate attack on Amy's person.

Loraniece looked over to Joseph. “For a royal to become a slave was not uncommon it happens all the time. Caravans are attacked by bandits. The women taken, the adult men killed, the young males turned into slaves. The women usually become part of a Harem. Which is what probably happened to the girl in your story.”

Her eyes moved to the amulet and she remembered Amy’s mention of it. “It seems someone is looking for me. . .that is not good Joseph. I can’t not tell you the name of my enemy, for I have not seen any for over 500 years, but it can not bode well for you or your friend. Perhaps it is best to return me to the bottle and separate the amulet from my home. I would hate to bring harm to anyone.” She swallowed her sadness at the thought of leaving her Master, but she did not want him harmed because of someone after her.

“I will even take the long sleep if you wish it,” she trembled at the thought of the dark abyss she’d been forced into by the Sultan’s wife. She would return to that if Joseph found it as the best course of action.

Joseph looked up at her, the thought of her disappearing from his side was not one he would consider and the glare at her suggestion was one she did not misread. “We need to take Amy to Paris, France. Her sister is there and is supposed to meet these men. The men that were her today," Joseph told her. "I wish for you to take us to Paris."

Loraniece nodded her understanding and touched both Amy and Joseph’s hands. Again a path appeared and just like before she led them to a park in Paris, France... Buttes-Chaumont. The path from Amy’s bedroom opened up to a foot path on the park and the group slowly walked upon it. “We are here.” She squeezed both hands and gave both of her companions a comforting squeeze and gifted them each with the language of the country.

She winked when a group of locals past them and Amy’s jaw dropped when she understood the French language with no problem, as did Joseph. “It is my job to care for my Master, Mistress Amy as well as his friends. I can not grant you wishes, but I will see to your welfare as long as my Mast... Joseph allows it.”
 
Ahhh, Paris in the spring, when flowers bloom and love is in the air. Joseph took a deep breath taking in the scents that the breeze was wafting his way. His gaze took in the brilliant yellow of daffodils, the blue and lavender of crocuses the pinks and reds and whites of tulips. They seemed to explode from the ground at their feet as they made their way along the path through the park. On almost every bench along the way lovers were engaged in one form of foreplay or another. Arms and hands eyes and lips all paid respect to France and the sweet essence of love. It wouldn’t be surprising to see at least one couple even engaged in more seriously persuing loves pleasures. A young nubile woman in a virile mans lap, their point of union discreetly covered by a blanket or a long skirt. But this was Paris and no one hardly noticed, they were busy daydreaming of their next affair or still wrapped in the afterglow of their last.

Joseph was no exception to this delicious preoccupation. The atmosphere was charged with sexual tension and having left the dreadful events that had taken place in California not long ago. Amy and Loraniece must have been experiencing similar feelings as they enveloped him comforting squeezes and friendly chatter.

Amy grew pensive when they stopped at an outdoor café. So much had happened. She was sitting next to her best friends son and his Genie She was surprised that she wasn’t more shocked than she was but when she thought about first knowing that Joseph had the bottle and the amulet, to her the genie’s existence had become real, even if she actually hadn’t seen her. Joseph’s belief became her belief and she had spent the time after Joseph had left to think about Loraniece and how she was excited about meeting her. How happy she was for Joseph and just knew that he would be a good master, how beautiful the pictures of her were and she looked forward to seeing how she compared

Of course the way they met was a bit bizarre but here they were now sitting together In Paris France. Soon they would be meeting her sister. It was late afternoon and Amy wasn’t sure she was ready. She had no idea where she
Amy grew pensive when they stopped at an outdoor café for coffee. It was late afternoon and perhaps she was thinking of her sister Susan whom she was supposed to find in this big city. She had no idea where she might be. She knew that Loraniece could bring them to her in a heart beat. But she wasn’t sure she was quite ready. It had been so long ago, forty years.

Don’t forget your doll, Suzy, Amy held the doll out to her eight year old sister. Tears were in both of their eyes. The taxi that would take the little girl to the airport was waiting There was nothing more they could do nothing more to say except goodby. Amy watched the taxi disappear down the street China is so far away she told herself as she walked up the steps to her Aunties home. Will she ever see her sister again. Why did life have to be this way?

Six months ago things were different. They were poor but they were happy, the three of them. Amy and Susan and their mother lived in a run down but cozy apartment in San Francisco. Then the bad news came. Her mother’s family wrote and told her she must return to china. She could only bring the youngest child, Susan. Amy would stay with her Auntie until she was old enough to be on her own.

Two years later Amy moved out She was eighteen and enrolled in college. She stayed with some friends in a commune in the Haight-Asbury district. That was where she met Josephs mother and they became best friends.

The years went by Amy had wrote, almost every day at first but Susan the tempestuous one rarely answered. Their mother died and Amy wept but life went on. The letters came less frequent. Susan was a photographer and moved from town to town, country to country, but never back to America. The last letter came from Paris. With no return address. Susan was like that, always on the move.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Jacob had noticed her silence and reached over and touched the back of Amy’s hand. He knew she was thinking about Susan but wanted her to bring up the subject first.

“ I think I’d like to wait… until tomorrow maybe before… I meet with Susan.”

Joseph smiled “Of course, there’s no hurry. Tomorrow will be fine.”

Loraniece was a bit surprised but she nodded her ascent and no more was said.

Jacob noticed a vendor selling flowers and smiling reached into his pocket to find his dollars had changed to euros. He winked at Loraniece. Walking quickly to the stand, he brought them both back a big bouquet of roses and a huge grin on his face. “You wont believe what that young man just said.” he whispered. They both looked at the vendor.

'Vous êtes un homme chanceux pour avoir deux belles femmes à votre compagnie peut-être que vous seriez disposé à partager un d'elles avec moi."

Both women blushed He was a very attractive man dark haired, tall with sparking mischievous eyes.

Loraniece spoke first. “Go for it Amy.”

Much to their surprise Amy got up and slowly walked in the vendors direction. As she left, Josephs hand wandered to Loraineces knee and slowly slid upwards along her thigh.
 
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The sight of Amy enjoying a brilliant afternoon in Paris brought a smile to Loraniece’s lips. She had seen inside Amy while she healed her, for a brief moment she had felt Amy’s loneliness. Now, as she watched the woman and the Frenchman interact she found herself wishing she did have the power to make people fall in love. Her thoughts were brought back to her Master and she blushed when his hand moved over her thigh and traveled slowly up it.

Her thoughts merged with his and she opened her legs willingly while he skimmed his fingers higher. She swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape her as Joseph’s fingers danced upon her skin. The tiny circles he began to draw on her inner thigh brought a wave of heat the seared her and she found herself wishing for more. Her pulse ran fast and had it not been for the young woman that was approaching their table Loraniece knew that Joseph would have continued his trail of tiny touches until he felt the evidence of her arousal.

The woman did, however force her Master to cease his teasing caresses and as the wind blew gently around them. Loraniece heard Joseph ordering tea and cakes for her, Amy and himself. She bit on her lower lip, not sure as how to approach this new situation with Joseph. She’d never dined on anything from the world of man since becoming a Genie. She had always replicated her meals and usually those of her Master’s or Mistresses.

Amy rejoined them and then the refreshments arrived and Loraniece sat there staring at the foreign matter as if it had sprouted legs. She poked timidly at the small cake that was covered in icing and she heard Amy’s soft chuckle. “What is it?” she asked Joseph.

He looked at her and smiled. She watched him pick up the delicate looking desert and her eyes grew wide as he offered it up to her lips. Loraniece looked as if there were a million locust about to descend down on her as she timidly opened her mouth and nervously took a bite of the cake. Her eyes then grew wide and she blinked several times as Joseph gave her the name of the divine desert she had just savored. “A Petit Four,” he told her.

“Mmm...” Loraniece moaned. Her eyes closed and her pink tongue snaked out to lick at the brush of cake crumb that had fallen on her lips. She then opened her mouth again, wanting nothing more then to taste the soft confection. This time when Joseph offered it to her she took the rest of the tiny morsel and licked his fingertips, wanting to not lose another drop of the creamy icing.

“Ohhh.. Joseph,” she moaned again. Her body seemed to melt against him.

Amy laughed as she watched the woman across from her become one with the sweet desert. “Joseph,” she chuckled then whispered, “Your... friend... ummm... seems to like cake.”

Loraniece heard the other woman’s voice and her eyes popped open. “Oh yes Amy,” she said. “But it is nothing like the taste of Joseph.” She popped another cake into her mouth, not realizing that the occupants around them had heard her comment. The gasps and chuckles mingled with each other, yet Loraniece thought nothing of it as she took a bite of a chocolate treat that lay next to her tea.
 
Three's a crowd

Amy looked over at Joseph and Loraniece and seeing that their eyes were locked on each other as they chattered in French enjoying the experience of sharing this fluent romantic language, the delicious food and each other, sensed the mental intimacy as if it were her own. Her mind became filled with erotic images as her body responded by making evident it’s arousal. Loraniece’s comment about how Joseph tasted made her gasp at first but she remembered the times she had enjoyed tasting a man or two and also the pleasure of being tasted. It had been a while since she ha enjoyed that delicious desert that usually proceeded the main course. Her body reacted to this titillating idea. She gazed longingly at the flower vendor who seemed to be watching her too. Was he out of ear shot or did he hear Loranieces spontaneous comment. Amy recalled her conversation with him just minutes ago. She told herself she would speak with him again before the night was over.

Amy decided to speed things along. Reaching out and touching the back of Josephs hand she said in the sweetest voice she could muster. ‘Our friend over there,” she nodded her head at the flower vendor. “He has way too many flowers, if he doesn’t sell them soon they will go to waste. Joseph chuckled he knew what the situation was as he had noticed Amy’s furtive glances in that direction as people passed by without making a purchase. “And if he sells all his flowers in the next five minutes what happens” he said trying to act serious. Amy laughed then I get a free tour of Paris.”

“That might take all night and the better part of tomorrow.” Loraniece added. Amy and Joseph shrugged their shoulders.

“Who cares?.” they said in unison. Joseph turned over t he placemat on the table and wrote on the blank side. FLEURS POUR LIBRE He opened his pocketbook and pulled out several euros and handed them to Amy.”The key to the city of love.” he said as he stood up and pulled her to her feet.
 
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Amy, gets her own room.

Loraniece watched Joseph lead Amy to the man and leave her there. Joseph then returned to her side. “We can not leave her there! We do not know him!” her eyes grew wide in disbelief. Joseph chuckled and told Loraniece that Amy would want to be alone with the Frenchman and she would be fine.

“I have the cube,” she whispered to her Master. “You only have to tell me and I will use it to track her.”

Joseph agreed and helped Loraniece to her feet. “A hotel Loraniece. We will need to find one and...” he stopped speaking when he felt something in his pocket appear. Amy squealed and quickly looked up at Loraniece. She looked down in her hand, one that held flowers, but also a plastic card. The card was unseen by the Frenchman and Amy quickly slid it into her pocket.

“You’re world uses those plastic plates to gain entrance to what you called a Hotel?” Loraniece asked.

“Yes,” Joseph grinned. He was thrilled that they would not need to search for a Hotel.

The couples opted to walk toward the Hotel, the wind caressed their skin. Amy and her Frenchman eventually headed in another direction once the hotel was reached. “May I please protect her, Joseph?” she whispered. “She is important to you. . .”

Joseph thought for a moment. There were people coming to look for Amy’s sister, there had been someone in her home, someone had shot her, she almost died. “Yes,” he told her. “I wish for you to protect her as well.”

Loraniece smiled and gently wave her hand at the couple before they rounded the corner. “I will know if she is harmed. . . and I will protect her as well as inform you. Thank you Mas. . .Joseph,” she blushed at her slip.

Their fingers intertwined and Joseph lead her through the hotel. Her eyes took in his surprised expression at the layout of the fine establishment and he was suddenly very glad that his Genie was footing the bill.

They made their way to their rooms and she grinned. “Amy has her own room, Joseph,” she whispered against his ear, as he opened the door.
 
A new Game

Joseph closed the door behind them, excited to be once again alone with his genie. He knew that Amy would be safe she was in Loraniece’s watchful care. He knew that the two men who were pursuing her sister were far behind. He knew that he had this first night in Paris to spend loving his genie.

It was perfect; the room was perfect, a chilled bottle of champagne was on a counter that separated the kitchenette from the main sitting area, a gas fireplace illumined two soft easy chairs and a large sofa. Beyond that, an archway revealed a huge canopy bed and a hot tub filled with steaming perfumed water. A shower stall half opened contained a double shower head and an alcove enclosed seat.

“Come.” Joseph said, as he took her hand and led her across the plush carpeted floor towards the bed. his voice was firm and authoritative. Tonight Loraniece would be his slave and he would be her Master.

“Yes, Master.” she said, her head lowered in submission. She smiled inwardly knowing that Joseph was just playing a game, that he was more than just her Master and she was more than just a slave. That they had become friends and lovers and that there was something more to their relationship than just their connection through the amulet and her jeweled bonds. She walked slowly toward him as he had bidden.

“Undress yourself.” he commanded and she moved her hands quickly to do so, wanting to please her master.” The bracelets on her arms and ankles glowed and tugged at her. His Amulet was warm against his chest.

He raised his hand, “No not that way, slave! Do it slowly, I want you to remove your clothes slowly. I want to see the beauty of your body revealed one delicious inch at a time.”

Loraniece hid a grin as she lowered her face even more. This game she was very familiar with and she knew she would find much pleasure playing it with her new Master. “Yes, Master, if it pleases you, your slave will remove them one inch at a time. She raised her face, her grin had changed to a look of complete submission. Her hand went to the button that held her garment together at her neck. The rest of the buttons as they were removed revealed more and more of her delightful flesh, the soft hollow, of her throat and the inner curve of each breast. Joseph caught his breath when the cloth parted slowly as her fingers guided it over the crest of each perfect breast and revealed two taut pink nipples. Reaching upwards she pulled the remaining fabric from her shoulders and let it fall at Joseph’s feet.

““Touch yourself, slave.” Josephs’ voice now contained excitement he tried to hide.He watched her obey in just the manner he desired. Her hands went to her breasts slowly cupping them, raising them up and leisurely kneading them bringing them together to form a deep vee between them and then separated them again to hold them gently in place.


“Stroke your nipples make them grow, and stiffen for me.”

Her thumbs poised just below her nipples slowly circled each coral aureole pressing the flesh inward toward her nipples, until they reached the pink tip. Over the top, down, and around they moved, making them swell and turn crimson. Her fingers joined in twisting and plucking, until the pleasure she was giving her self rose and became evident in her throat, her moist open mouth, the intense look of pleasure in her eyes.

Joseph watched in wonder, his eyes moving from her breasts to her face seeing the magic his wishes and her hands could perform. His gaze lowered. “Remove the rest of your clothes, slave.” He commanded.

Her hands slowly went to her waist and Joseph watched as slowly, inch by inch the firm flesh of her stomach appeared, the soft roundness of her downy sex came into view next, and the white expanse of her hips and thighs revealed itself. Letting the cloth free to flutter to the floor she slow stepped backwards, put her hands to her sides and waited.

Josephs voice was low and guttural as he commanded. “Touch yourself Slave.” Spread your legs so that I can see all of what you are doing.

Her hands slowly rose sliding along her hips caressing her thighs and then lowered again to make their way up the inside where they joined, where now the pink slit of her sex was evident below the mound of tangled hair.

Joseph held back a moan and unable to speak he commanded her with his mind wishing her fingers now splayed across her mound would part the hood that concealed her clit and spread the folds to let it spring forward... glistening with her honey, pulsing, throbbing, engorged with desire. He watched her fingers stroke the inflamed nub, rub it slowly back and forth, up and down, stretching, pulling the moistened flesh around it. his body trembling in anticipation as she slowly granted this wish. He thought another thought ad slowly she dipped below and with one hand, her fingers cupped, she brought them dripping with her nectar to her waiting lips. As she slowly licked and sucked and cleaned her fingers, her other hand was busy circling the entrance to her sex and curling in and out among the convoluted folds. Her body moved in time with her stroking fingers her hips arching forward and back her knees bending, her head thrown back in submission to her urgent hand. Her crimson hair flowing around her neck and shoulders Her weight shifted as her legs strtched even farther apart and her fingers penetrated her sex revealing the silky liquid glistening on her thighs slowly flowing downward from her swollen sex.

Joseph’s mind giddy with desire suddenly went blank and Loranieces hands became still, her body trembling, wanting more, wanting her master to command her to make herself climax.

Joseph smiled realizing the power he possessed, and quickly before his mind had a chance to circumvent his next command said “No more, Stop!

Her body slumped her hands hung by her side, her head was lowered. If Joseph could read her mind he’d know that even though he’d almost brought her to the point of no return, it wasn’t really such a bad thing. There would be many opportunities to bring her body to orgasmic bliss before the night was done.

Now that his mind was clear Joseph continued this most delightful and arousing game by his next command. “Undress me.” Much as he tried to keep his voice forceful his words and thoughts almost came out as a plea. He hoped she wouldn’t notice, or if she did, at least overlook.
 
The Battle and the Victory

The command to stop the climax had been one she had expected. So when Joseph made it, it was easily followed, but under the surface her body still begged to be comforted. It still burned her. It still trembled and jerked deep within her soul. His command to undress him brought a hiss from her lips and she closed the distance between them. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

Her green eyes sparkled with pleasure, desire and the need to follow his every wish and desire. She knew this was not to be rushed. She was to treat his body as a temple, worship him as if he were the most important being in the World...and he was. He was her Master; she was his slave. Her eyes followed the path her fingers began to travel.

Loraniece slipped first one button loose, then another. Her nails gently grazed his flesh. The tips of her fingers skated slowly across his skin. She felt the drumming beat of heart pounding under the thin layer of his shirt. As one button was freed and then more, she blew soft caresses of wind across his flushed skin. They were Genie kisses. Small cascading drops of moisture that brought a tingle to her Master’s body.

Joseph hissed and shifted on his feet, determined to not command her to hurry. He battled the wish in his mind, locking it from her. He would not wish her move faster.

Loraniece felt the desire he had and she knew he was struggling. She also knew what he wanted deep down in his heart and so she comforted him with a kiss on his chest. Her tongue slipped over the warm flesh that covered the pumping organ and her hands glided up to push away the shirt from his torso. It fell to the floor and she ran her hands down his arms, kneading the flesh with firm massages, until she reached his wrists. She felt his blood pumping faster and she let him feel the heat of her bracelets.

They did not burn him, but he felt their warmth. He saw their glow, felt his amulet reflect the power that was generated between the two precious minerals. “Loraniece,” he commanded with a choked voice. She stepped back and slipped her fingers down the center of his chest. The muscles rippled as he shuddered under her teasing movements.

Her fingers slipped to his shorts. She again released a button and eased open the metal teeth of the zipper. She slid to her knees and ran her hands down his legs, massaging his thighs and calf muscles. Her hands moved to his feet and he assisted her in removing his shoes, only by lifting his leg. She did the rest. Loraniece willingly kissed his feet and then wiped the moisture away with her hair. She then trailed her hands back up his legs, squeezing the hard muscles, feeling the coarse hairs that covered his firm figure.

Joseph’s cock was jerking and several times he had curled and uncurled his fingers into tight fists. He had gifted himself with a curse. He was living through his own torment and his Genie had not yet even removed his slacks, yet there he stood wanting to lift her beautiful redheaded form and pound into her. Again he fought the wish, biting his tongue to keep from speaking it out loud.

“Slave!” he commanded.

She never looked up at him, immersed in her submissiveness. “Yes, Master?”

Loraniece waited, wondering if perhaps he had lost the inner battle. “You tempt me... continue,” he hissed.

She shivered. Her desire had long been raging and not it was painful to her, so she refused to focus on it. Loraniece’s hands moved to his hips and she eased his shorts down his form. Her nails grazed over the material of his briefs, and once more they were making paths down his thighs and calves. Again her Master stepped free of the confines of man and watched his swelling member jerk toward her eager mouth.

Her fingers grabbed the waistband of his briefs and she eased them off of him. Her eyes then looked up at his and she waited for his mind to free itself.

Joseph gazed down at the woman that was kneeled at his feet. She was so willing, so wanting to please him, and so able. She sat back on her legs. Her hands lay crossed on her lap. Her chest heaved and her lips were parted as she attempted to bring in more air. He watched her tongue snake out and moisten her lips. He wanted her desperately, wanted to own her, possess her, command her, mark her. She was his and as the power of the amulet coursed through him, he knew he would have to take her quickly, there was no other way for him to do so.

He said nothing, just grabbed her arms and lifted her from the floor. Joseph growled and dropped her soft ass on the counter. His hands spread her legs apart and he plunged his cock into the wet recesses of her sex. “Loraniece,” he groaned as he thrust deep into her. He pulled his sex out to the tip and impaled her again.

Loraniece felt her body envelope him as her Master claimed her. She felt the head of his sex scrap over the sides of her fleshy surfaces. She felt her body tighten around his muscle and she clenched him harder. The cool marble of the counter accepted her sweat covered flesh and the couple slid easily in their mating.

Joseph wrapped her legs around his hips and dug his fingers into her hips. Over and over he marked his slave. His fingertips left bruises. His nails left scratches and when his balls tightened he left his mark on the inside of her fiery sex. He groaned low and primal as he came on his slave and finally his mind cleared just enough to order her to climax.

Her body arched and she screamed his name as she felt the rush of liquid heat explode from deep within her. “Joseph!” she cried as she came for him. The satiny juice coated her walls, covered his cock and soaked there sexes. Her pussy throbbed as he pushed into her, coaxing another spasm of fluids and quivers from her body. Shades of color cascaded over her clenched lids as she begged him to continue.

He did. He drove his semi-hard cock up into her and lowered his mouth to her nipple. He sucked hard on the beautiful bud and Loraniece showered him once more.
 
Submission

The heated rush of her climax swirled around his cock, the muscles at her pussy’s entrance clenched and seizing it, sucked it inside. Enclosed in this most precious place his shaft pulsed and came alive again filling her with its rigid length and distended breadth.

Joseph pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked down at his slave. He watched her, still quivering from the ecstatic place he’d taken her, and marveled at the way she’d found her bliss while pleasing him. Her face glowed in surrendered radiance. Her eyes half open held a light he’d never seen before, A dark pink flush of rapture had spread across her throat her neck and down between her breasts. He swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. And she belonged to him alone. He’d marked her, inside and out, leaving the signs of his ownership. The bruises and the scratches, the abrasions and the strained and stretched muscles. The tangled hair, the musky scent of spilled seed, the slick puddle of sweat and cum they rested in.

Her eyes came fully open ,she looked at him and smiled. A quizzical smile, for in his mind all that she read was a jangled mass of images and feelings. She needed his voice, to separate out his needs. She spoke her voice submissive. “What is your wish Joseph?”

“I want to…” Before he even finished she read his mind, his thoughts now had the clarity for her to obey his command. Before he even finished thinking she disengaged herself from his embrace and lowered herself to the floor, on hands and knees her legs spread wide in invitation, her swollen pussy begging to be refilled. Before he was even behind her, his glistening cock anticipating entry, she reached between her legs and with her fingers opened herself to him, and as he plunged inside she grasped the carpet prepared for his assault.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed and reechoed, as their bodies united, pulled apart and then reunited.Harder... faster.... ,deeper...stronger. Each deep and inflexible plunge the Master made was met by his slaves equally arduous lunge back against him. At first he gripped her shoulders pulling her body back against his and then releasing to make another thrust. Finding a rhythm, he reached for her hair and grabbing a fistfull pulled her head back and to the side so that he could make his mark on the side of her neck and sink his teeth into her earlobe. She moaned and guided his other hand towards her breasts.

“Yes!” he hissed into her ear and his fingers urgently sought out her nipples first one then the other twisting and twirling the knurled, textured flesh.

“Yes!”she hissed as he released her hair and reached between her legs to find her clit and twist and twirl it while she arched against his hand and pushed her upper body upward. Her hand joined his below reaching around behind to capture the liquid that now flowed freely from her sex.

“Yes he moaned as her fingers, soaked with their juices found his mouth and he inhaled and tasted the slick sweet mixture.

“Yes!” they screamed out together as they gave in to their bodies need to finish this tumultuous journey.

“Loraniece!... Now!... Cum with me now! Joseph screamed. He threw his head back, his eyes closed against the shattering of a million shards of light, from deep inside he felt the eruption begin, first with small urgent spurts, then building as his cock began to spasm and his balls tightened painfully.

No longer able to speak, to think or even breath, he hovered on the brink and then…he found the strength for one more thrust and shivering with the final spewing of his seed, he slumped forward against her, driving her to the floor where she lay quivering and shaking beneath him. A feeling of lightness came over him, a feeling of floating and then settling to earth becoming one big multi-colored puddle on the floor.

He drew in a belated breath and rolling to the side gathered a limp and satiated Loraniece into his arms.
 
Family Tree

She moved them quickly to the bedroom, again his comfort the most important thing to her. She nestled against him, pressed her body tightly to his side and felt her eyes drift closed and then she was sleeping. She’d never felt so safe as she did in Joseph’s arms. Loraniece had fallen asleep in a man’s arms before, several times she had been told to stay at her Master’s side, to be ready when he commanded it. Now she rested beside one of her Master’s again, but this time as she slept, there was no demand to be ready, though if he wished it she would be.

The couple slept underneath the thick comforter and on top of the soft pillows. The materials were no longer the hotels, but they were of the finest silks, lace and satins that were available to the Genie. The rich, royal blue fabric caressed the lovers and the window let the air blow gently into the room. It kissed their skin, forcing Loraniece to burrow herself further into her lover’s side.

Hours passed and in those hours Loraniece’s mind became one with her Master’s. They moved together in their dreams. She saw him touching her face, caressing her skin and kissing her lips. They made love by a river, ocean, under waterfalls and on the sands of the Sahara. The dream shifted and she watched Joseph become a traveler. A great trader, one with many slaves. There was a slave girl, Loraniece watched the slave girl move toward the Master. . . Joseph.

Loraniece shifted in her sleep. The dream continued. Joseph held the slave in his arms. Whispered to her the story of her past as he took her body. Loraniece knew in her dream it was not Joseph, but the traveler that had lost his royal slave in the attack on his caravan. She continued dreaming and saw the slave girl and several others be pulled away and forced to become Harem girls.

Joseph was there again. This time he was a carpenter and a woman sat next to him. She watched on the edge of her dream state as the woman helped the man, her Joseph. . . Her Master. Loraniece felt the truth move through her. The woman was an offspring of the slave. The royal one.

Another shift brought Loraniece out of her slumber and she stared out into the room. “Amy,” she hissed under her breath. It was there now, it had come to her suddenly. The final dream swam with the others and she saw the children of the Sultan and his wife flee the palace. She saw the children become slaves. She saw the faces move in time, each one changing until the likeness of Joseph’s Amy was there staring at Loraniece. “She is one of them,” her eyes flashed in a mixture of anger, disbelief and disappointment.

The abyss of blackness came back to Loraniece’s memory and she saw the Sultan’s wife, felt the pain of the forced sleep, relived the horrific nightmares of her past and felt the weakness of her body’s loss of power. She closed her eyes and thought of Amy. She saw her having wine with the Frenchman, she looked kind and serene, not like the Sultan’s wife. Was revenge something she needed? She looked back at Joseph, who was just starting to stir. Did she tell him what she knew? If she did would he give her away? Send her to Amy, since it was Amy’s family that had owned her last?

The pain of being ripped from her Master hurt her and she vowed to not tell him that Amy was the offspring of the Sultan. Joseph was so kind. . . she knew he’d give her up. She didn’t want to lose him. She snuggled back against him and placed her hand on his chest, easing him back into a thick sleep of rest and erotic fantasies.
 
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Joseph woke, slowly coming out of the most erotic sensual dream he had ever had or would ever hope to have. In his dream he was loving his genie. They were locked together as one their bodies fused, as they moved from scene to scene, event to event sharing the beauty of sexual union in every way possible.

He also felt like he had slept soundly, the sleep of one who had been part of the most earth shattering climax possible. The sleep of one who’s body was completely satiated, who’s mind was free from the need to control his bodies need to mate, who’s soul became free to fly if only for one brief moment.

He looked about him realizing that his Genie had moved them to the bedroom and had furnished it with the softest pillows and most comfortable blankets possible. He smiled, recalling the last few moments before he had fallen asleep, how she had curled up in his arms giving the warmth and softness of her body. Loraniece had slept too. He could see that as he carefully unwrapped his body from hers and gazed down at her naked form next to him. He body was in complete repose, her face relaxed her skin soft and smooth revealing her ageless beauty. He wondered for a moment why he did not see the signs of their demanding lovemaking and then he realized of course she had healed herself in the night. He looked more carefully gently pushing her hair to the side, to reveal her neck the side of her face. Her skin was clear except for one small bruise, He held back a chuckle as he remembered how that mark had come to be. Surely it should have faded away along with the other love bites and impassioned connections. Perhaps she let it remain to show that she was taken, if some other man would want her and think that she might be available the mark would show she belonged to someone. He smiled wondering if he had such a mark on the side of his neck where he couldn’t see. If he did he would wear it proudly, leave his shirt a bit open so it would show. Wedding rings meant little in France, but a love bite now that was something that told the truth.

The morning sun was just peeking through the patio door that led to a deck outside. The city of Paris was sleeping. His genie was stirring. Her hair fell around her head like a halo and he thought for a moment that she looked like an angel. She could be. he told himself. “After all she was immortal. He felt immortal too. It was if some of her magic had rubbed off on him in the night. He felt so alive he couldn’t help but chuckle, this time out loud. They certainly had done a lot of rubbing last night he thought and now as he felt the familiar stirring of arousal, he was wishing for more.

Loraniece raised her head and Joseph knew she had read his mind. He twinking eyes told him she knew what his wishes were. There was no need to say anything. He pushed a wisp of hair that had fallen across her face and then pulled her into his arms. She was ready for him and his entry into her was smooth and effortless. They made love slowly, languidly as if they had forever to rise again to that place of total release, that place where fullness became emptiness and then ebbed back to fullness. It was that easy and it was that complete. They found it, sealed it with a soft silent kiss, and rose to greet the day.
 
Good Morning. . .

The morning light kissed them as Lorniece led her Master to the restroom. The water was already in the tub. The steam rising up to greet them. There were no special perfumes to cover her Master in, those would come later, right now she was there to pleasure him in another way. She slipped into the tub and Joseph followed. She opened her legs and he settled between them.

As she massaged his shoulders and back, she told him a story of her past. “I will share with you the story of my favorite Master. . .well,” she nipped his shoulder. “My favorite young Master.” Her tongue moved over his skin and she licked away the water that had splashed on him.

“He was eight. He found my bottle on a beach. Joseph. . .there is something about a child and wishes. Do you know his first wish was for me to play with him?” she laughed as she continued working away his morning knots.

“We spent hours building giant sand creatures and then he wished to swim in the sea. We grew gills and swam deep. We saw so many beautiful things.”

Her hands reached over and a magical bowl of soaps appeared. She plucked a bar out and worked it over Joseph’s skin. “Then we left the water and returned to the beach. His father was there and he gave up the amulet and the bottle. He was not allowed to play with me any more. But I watched him grow and though I didn’t agree with all My new Master did, he loved his son.”

She finished washing away the soap and when Joseph was clean they left the bathroom, both of them clean and feeling refreshed. “Come Joseph,” she told him. Again he followed her, though several times he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“I enjoy being your Genie, you know this?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he said. His fingers grazing her cheeks.

“I am glad.” Her lips found his and they touched. A sparkle of desire rose up from deep within Loraniece and she felt her body mold against his again.

“We need breakfast, my genie,” Joseph said as his fingers skated over her shoulder. “Perhaps we should dress?” He winked at her and suddenly they both were garbed in the finest blends of material that were available to Loraniece’s magic fingers.

“How is Amy?” he asked.

Loraniece smiled, but inside she remembered her dream. She bit her lip and flicked her wrist. Food appeared as well as her cube. “She is there. Do you wish to see her? She is safe and with her Frenchman. But I can show you what she is doing with him if you like.”
 
the plan

Joseph thought for a moment about what Loraniece had said. Amy was like a mother to him, did he wish to see her possibly in the throes of sexual pleasure. Amy was a morning person she would no doubt find her greatest arousal at this time. Would he be uncomfortable if he watched. He knew that the scene would more than likely arouse him, It would be like watchin ed an x rated movie, Amy and her lover would not know they were being watched but what about when Amy was with them again later in the day. It might be difficult to face her at first.

It still was tempting and with Loraniece sitting next to him could prove to be an extremely erotic experience for both of them. He looked at Loraniece who seemed to have distanced herself from his dilemma, leaving the decision up to him. He knew of course she had read his mind. He had gotten quite used to that by now and it didn’t really matter they were as one and he had no secrets he wished to keep from her. He looked at the cube, Loraniece had told him she was safe. Wasn’t that enough to know?

His thoughts returned to what Loraniece had told him earlier, about once having a master who was a young boy and how much joy they had shared in a very innocent and carefree way. He had realized that in spite of the bad times Loraniece had spoke of earlier when they had visited the old man on the Island of Pate, that there had been good times too. Jacob was sure there were many more good memories she would share with him from time to time. His wish now would be that when she was ready she would. He kissed her softly, “Although I know it is not a wish you can grant, I wish happiness and more good times for you.”

“As I do for you too Jacob.” She smiled, a smile that said that they were friends.

“To good times.” Jacob added and laughed when instantly a glass of cool liquid was in his hand and one was in hers as well. As they brought their glasses together the brief contact created a most wonderful chiming bell sound that it echoed throughout the room

They said in unison “To us.” And then they kissed again, their tongues sharing the mixture of each others liquid essence along with the sweet velvety juice from the glasses.

Lingering they let the feeling of this intimate contact ebb and flow, rise and recede, tug and release, until by mutual consent allowed it to subside. The friends had become lovers and then friends again.

Jacob sighed, for now he was content to just be with his genie. He munched on the food she offered him. As soon as he looked at it she knew which morsel he wanted and reached to raise it to his lips. A cup of steaming liquid in her dainty hand was raised to his mouth. It’s mint aroma invaded his nostrils and as he drank it, became the perfect temperature and texture to tease his thirsty throat. He hadn’t bothered to answer her question. She knew already that he was concentrating on his genie and how much he enjoyed her attention to his needs. A tiny drop of liquid gathered at the side of his mouth and she was right there to wipe it off. He marveled at how a genie with such enormous power could be so gentle, so aware of his smallest needs.

He finished eating and she whisked the tray and its contents away. The cube long forgotten had disappeared too. He stood up and went to the patio door. Outside the mornings activity had began. He beckoned to Loraniece and she came to his side. He spoke his thoughts outloud because he wanted to be sure he was saying the right thing and that there was no mistake about his meaning. He took both her hands in his and looked in her sea green eyes.

“Loraniece , He said softly. “We need to make a plan.”

“A plan?” Why? Joseph she asked.

“To keep us and our friends safe.” He answered without thinking.”

“I will keep you safe master.” she answered “I have the power to do anything.”

“Of course you have.”, that’s not the problem. “The problem is that I have to command it and I am just a mortal.” I want to make good choices. Choices that won’t get innocent people hurt or cause pain and heartbreak.”

Loraniece squeezed his hands. You’re a good master , Jacob you wouldn’t ask me to do that.”

‘I wish I could feel that sure of myself.”

Loraniece giggled, You know that I can’t grant that wish Jacob, you must feel it by yourself.

Joseph grinned thinking he was making a mountain out of a mole hill.

“I can do that for you Joseph, do you wish for ants in your mountain also?”

Joseph knew she was just teasing, because she had said his name rather than to call him Master. He made his mind blank for a moment in order to change the subject. He still had something he wanted to say perhaps if he just thought about it she would understand him better.

He thught about the two men, the ones who had almost killed Amy, he didn’t want to know more about them than Amy had already revealed. It would serve no purpose as far as he was concerned. It might even cloud his judgment when he had to command his genie deal with them. Somewhere in the back of his mind, and he brought it forward now to get a clearer picture, was the fear of the wrong people discovering that Loraniece was a genie and the ramifications of exposure. There were too many people in the world who would take advantage of that knowledge and try to figure out how to capture and own her. He felt that presently the men who pursued them were only following up on a rumor and that if they had any magic they would have used other tactics to get Amy to give them the information they sought. So he felt they were relatively safe until six days from now the two would be in Paris following up their second lead, Amy’s sister Susan. He looked at Loraniece as he thought more about this meeting they were here to deal with. They could discover Susan’s whereabouts anytime using the cube he was sure but thought it best to wait until the day of the meeting. She seemed to have no permanent residence and would probably move on. If they contacted her too soon she might get nervous and run, spoiling the chance for that all important meeting to take place. They would just have to wait.

In the meantime they could enjoy Paris and of course each other. Loraniece winked when he thought this last thought and Josephs heart skipped a beat. Six long days and six long nights he thought slowly letting the silent words move from him to her, forming the images of them making love endlessly. He saw in her eyes that look of longing that he was now familiar with. He felt her hands slowly move up his arms and pull him into an embrace. He hadn’t commanded it so he knew she wished it. It was her feelings that made her do what pleased him. For a long time they just held each other. Joseph was sure that she understood his thoughts and after seeing her use her magic knew that she would use it in wise and prudent ways so that no one would suspect that she was indeed a genie and that Joseph was her Master.


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The Louvre

"I understand Joseph," she smiled at him. She would not use her magic, she would be a simple woman on the arm of a simple man. Amy would continue to be protected and she added the woman Susan to the shield of magic as well. Neither woman would sense the power around them, but she would know if they were in danger.

Loraniece felt safe in her Master’s arms as they left the hotel. She provide him with the proper clothing, herself as well. She looked like an American on the arms of her American lover. She carried a large handbag and Joseph had a brand new camera with a telephoto lense attached to it strapped around his neck and both were sporting sunglasses and smiles.

She’d taken his wallet and pressed her palm against it. She explained to Joseph that he would not have any worries as far as funds went while they were in the city. She saw the smile creep into his eyes and she knew he was remembering the bag of money she’d made appear suddenly back in the car.

Her fingers were entwined with his as they chose to walk to their first destination. It was a long walk, but pleasant as they made their way to The Louvre museum. Loraniece wanted to share things with Joseph and she knew from the books she’d read quickly in the Library that she could show him things in the museum that would reflect her life.

The Louver, formally a royal palace now held some of the most fabulous works of art, including the Mona Lisa. Loraniece and Joseph moved toward the glass pyramid that was the entrance to the museum and he asked an older couple to take their picture. Loraniece’s eyes grew wide, but she agreed and soon the moment was over.

There were several tours they could have attended, but she had a specific place she wanted to go. “Joseph,” she took his hand and held it to her breasts as they stood in front of a gold bracelet that resembled a cobra. She gazed at it with awe. “I made that,” she told him.

“It was the first gift I was asked to make. It was Rika’s Master’s lover, but she was nice. I enjoyed making it for her.”

The bracelet was protected by glass and a pair of earrings rested beside it. “Rika made those,” she pointed out. “They are more detailed then my work. A genie is only as powerful as what they know. I mentioned that to you, but is also age. Rika was. . .” she stilled and remembered him looking up at her from the parchment in the old man’s hut.

“Rika is a powerful genie. He can be destroyed, but it is hard.” She said nothing else on how to kill a genie.

She shivered and led him through the museum, commenting on paintings and whispering to him what the true meaning of the Mona Lisa’s smile was. She giggled when she saw children running from parents and mothers trying to discipline them quietly, without making a scene. They passed a jewel encrusted bottle and she stilled. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she reached out to touch it. Suddenly, alarms blared and Loraniece’s hand shot back and she fought hard to not use her magic and get her and Joseph out of the museum, but she didn’t. She clung to his side as a woman in a navy suit hurried toward them.
 
There's more than one way to skin a cat-or get out a jam

Joseph had to think fast. Loraniece had done her part by not making them disappear in a manner that would arouse suspicion, now it was his turn to keep them both safe. As the woman in the Navy suit bared down on them like a Sherman tank, his thoughts became clear and unjumbled.


Genie, We need to not only act like niave tourist but we need to be like them. I’m Peter Brown, the passport in my pocket says so, My Arkansas liscence says so and my credit cards say so. They have pictures of me but look a bit different than I actually am I need some freckles on my face get rid of some of my hair, and give me some gray around my temples…. not too much, just enough to make me look a little different change the color of my eyes and make me a couple of inches shorter and 10 lbs heavier. Not too fast just a little at a time. I have a southern drawl and limp a little from an old war injury. Change my money to American dollars and put a couple of pictures of my two kids when they were babies. Their names are Carole and Peter Jr.

He paused as he watched his genie and smiled when he felt the heat of the changes she was already making.

The “tank’ was twenty feet away and moving fast, yet he knew he had plenty of time. He looked at Loraniece as he thought again He took a deep breath

Genie, you must look older. a bit heavier, shorten your hair a bit and make it lighter in color, make your legs shorter and heavier..…make your breasts sag He saw her give him a dirty look but she did as he asked. Your identity in your handbag is the same. You’re from Arkansas too Your parents are deceased and you have no brothers or sisters. Oh by the way, you are wearing a wedding band with a rather large diamond and …you are married to me. Your name is Betty Brown.

The navy tank was upon them but they were ready. "Pass ports please." she said in English, "I’m aware you are not French but I speak English very well which will make this much easier. "Joseph and Loraniece produced the pass ports that had just been made, but had the look of being well used.

"Come with me." she said "this will only take a few minutes” We will need to ask a few questions and take some pictures, what you have just done is a very serious matter but I’m sure if you cooperate you will be on your way soon." She turned and led the way to her office. Joseph felt himself gaining weight again and a tingling feel on his scalp. As he walked behind Loraniece he watched in dismay as her hips became wider and her legs shorter.

In the office the Navy queen introduced herself as Marie and asked them to sit down. They sat and remained silent while Marie more or less read them their rights, which in a foreign country were none. She glanced quickly at their pass ports and then punched away at her computer Joseph gave Loraniece a worried look and then seeing her wink knew that there was no problem. “Yes I see your papers are in order and these photos certainly look like you, However I do have a few questions.”

Joseph flinced a little when he heard Loranieces thought's come into the back of his head and merge with his. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that their answers would be right when either one of them spoke.

"I see you have children, is that right?"

"Yas mahm." Joseph replied smiling not in response to Marie in the navy but to the fact that he had indeed developed a genuine Arkansas accent. "Here. I got a couple of pictures of them when they was just little tykes .The girl she’s Carole but we like to call her dumpling cause she s such a sweet thing, Course she’s growed up some since this here picture was taken. Spittin’ image of her ma, ain’t that right Pumpkin." He looked at Loraniece and then Marie That’s what I call my dear wife Betty here. Called her that on the first day we met 25 years ago and been callin’ her that ever since. Aint That right Pumkin.”

Loraniece nodded "That’s right sugar." She added, "and the other picture is of Peter Jr. now he aint half as smart as his pa but he’s bettr lookin’."

"That’s nice." Maire said, "Now if you’ll just excuse me, I have to make a couple of phone calls. Just sit still for a while ok help yourself to some coffee or tea. Sorry no wine but then you’l probably prefer beer anyway right." She got up real quick and disappeared into the next room.

Loraniece and Joseph began a conversation in their thoughts Joseph was worried about The tank making phone calls to Arkansas and what if they found out that they didn’t really exist back home in Little rock. Loraniec thought back to him that she took care of that. She created them and gave them the appropriate history.

"The children too?

"Oof course." was the answer

" How about some relatives."

"Certainly, The way these folks from the hills propagate theres bound to be lots of relatives."

Joseph was really henjoying this, his thoughts went off on a weird tangent "Cousin George the alcoholic? "

"Got him." Loraniece thought back, "And Bertie, the niece with ten kids and no
husband.

"Cousin Jed, the one that’s dumb as a box of rocks."

"Loraniece screwed up her face. "You want me to make a person, like a box of rocks? When she saw Josephs look of exasperation, she giggled in her mind and said “Just kidding."

She changed her face to a pretended pout. But… Master, I don’t like these sagging tits.”

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away didn’t I."

“Don’t let it bother you Joseph, In case you didn’t notice you’ve developed quite a pot belly.”

Joseph had to stifle a chuckle. The Tank returned and turning to Loraniece said sweetly. "Now Mrs. Brown, tell me a little about yourself, about how thing are back in Little rock. About those sweet youngsters you have."
 
Once Joseph had given her the wish, she’d performed everything. Once he had begun speaking in broken English, Loraniece adapted quickly. She felt as if this were a trifle blown out of proportion. She’d not taken the jeweled bottle, only caressed it. Why were they so upset? It was empty there was no genie in it anymore. She could have told them that, but Joseph didn’t want her to explain she did not disobey him. It was not in her nature to, but she did find it odd.

When the woman came back and began to question her about the two children she swallowed her queasiness, which was real, since the bottle had the feeling of death surrounding it. Her lips trembled. “I’m so sorry. . . I truly am. I wasn’t meaning to touch that purty bottle. . . oh my kids. They are fine ones.”

“That boy. . . he’s the best shot this side of Texas. . .” Loraniece said.

Joseph coughed, “Arkansas.”

“Oh course Arkansas. . .but don’t you remember he was in that thar contest in Texas just last summer. Oh my, I was sweatin' more than a dog chasing his tail in the Mississippi sun!”

The woman in the navy suit only stared wide eyed at the woman and her husband. “Ummm... well. That’s nice, I think you can lea...”

Loraniece smiled. “Ohhh but my little girl. She’s gonna be a mama!” She looked to Joseph. “Oh I wanted to surprise you! See. . . I hadn’t got to tell my old man here that he was gonna me a Papa instead of a Pa. . .but heck the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Well. . . congratulations,” the woman said.

“Ohhh, look ain’t that cute. Crawdad’s got his tongue!” Loraniece said. “Please won’t ya take ‘r picture with this here camera. It’s the newest thing. . .well not the newest. I guess that Dig-e-Tile is the way of things. . .but I like this here.”

The camera was given to the woman and Loraniece jumped onto Joseph’s lap. “Oh snuggle bottoms. . .I do hope we NEVER have to do this again. . I think I can only be a grandma once.” Her eyes flashed with irritation, but she said nothing as the woman took a snap shot and ushered them out her office door.

Loraniece and Joseph left the museum and as soon as he thought it was safe, she changed them. He didn't even have to command it. Loraniece admitted to herself it was the fastest wish she'd ever granted.

Once they were normal she stayed very quiet. Unsure for the moment what her Master was thinking. She was lost in her thoughts, though the words "I wish" would have pulled her back to him.
 
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