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Genie Chronicles
(c)Joe Brolly
joebrolly(at)gmail.com


The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It
contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are
offended by sexually explicit content or language, or are not allowed to
read this type of material due to age, legal restrictions, or any other
reason, please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

All characters and situations in this story are fictitious; any
similarity to any actual persons or situations is purely coincidental.
The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities
described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author, Joe Brolly. This story may be freely
distributed to non-profit sites with this disclaimer attached (please do
me the courtesy of an e-mail if you add it to a site).

All comments and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism can be directed to the e-mail
address at the top of this document. Praise (constructive or not) is
also welcome.

Copyright Joe Brolly, all rights reserved.


Chapter 9

CODES FOR THIS CHAPTER: MF, Magic, Fantasy, Light Bondage, Tickling


Nick's smile evaporated, and he sighed. "I can see this is an issue for
you, Mr. Phillips. That's why I do this first, in case our type of
business is offensive to..."

"Mr. Bremer, I'm sorry. My reaction was very unprofessional. Please
believe that I have no problem with your type of business. I was simply
surprised by a...very large coincidence."

"Are you sure?" Nick asked, giving him an odd look, probably wondering
what could possibly be a coincidence with meeting an adult toy
distributor as a potential client.

"Yes sir, very."

"Well, then, come on in, and call me Nick. Can I call you Jack?"

"Yes sir...Nick."

"Brace yourself, Jack."

Jack discovered what he was to brace himself against almost as soon as
he walked through the door. It looked like, well, like the offices of an
adult toy distributor inside. There were posters of dildos, samples of
dildos, golden dildos mounted on plaques, and all of the above repeated
for almost any other adult toy one might imagine.

Jack followed Nick toward his office, slowly, as he couldn't help but
look around. Apparently expecting this, Nick walked slowly ahead of him.
His office, when they finally got there, was much the same; a nicely
appointed space, except for where one might find knickknacks, artwork,
etc., there were sex toys.

"Have a seat, Jack. As you know, you were recommended to me by Phil
Racey over at VintCo. He said you had designed their website, so I
looked it over. It's very impressive."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He paused "We currently have a website. It's
functional, but it's, well, it's kind of ugly, and a bit trashy. Also,
it was designed by an employee who has gone on to other things, so
keeping it updated has become a bit of a problem, and almost seventy
percent of our business is through internet orders."

"I see." Jack indicated Nick's monitor. "Is it available here... Can I see
it?"

"Sure." Nick rotated the monitor so they could both see it, and then
double-clicked on a bookmark shortcut on his desktop to bring up the
site. He was right; it was functional, ugly, and trashy.

"Yeah, this is a standard off the shelf e-retail package your guy or
girl customized a bit for your business. I can help you keep it updated
if you want."

"Well, we might get you to do that for the short term, but what we would
really like to do is overhaul the whole thing. We are looking for
something a bit more" elegant, tasteful. One of our long term business
goals is to try to make our type of product accepted as more mainstream,
and not viewed as quite so... seedy, if you catch my drift."

"I do?"

The door burst open then, and Jack saw something he would remember for
the rest of his days; a short, plump, white haired woman who just had to
be someone's grandmother, brandishing a two foot long double dildo with
which she looked to be about to flog Nick, or would have if it hadn't
been split almost in two across the middle.

"Nick, these double dongs are crap! This isn't even a return! This one
split when we went to ship it, although the returns on this have been
absolutely killing us." It was only then that she noticed Jack. She
nodded to him and smiled. "Hello, young man." She went back to glaring
at Nick.

"Jack, this is Alice White, our shipping, receiving and returns manager.
Alice, this is Jack Phillips, our potential new web designer."

Alice held out the hand which wasn't holding the dildo. "Nice to meet
you, Jack."

Jack stood to shake it. "The pleasure is all mine, Alice," he said,
eyeing the dildo. Returns... They accepted returns... Yuk!

Alice just smiled at his gaze, and then turned back to Nick when he
said, "I'm sorry Alice, you know those things are made in mainland
China. We have no quality control, and can't return anything to them. We
will just have to pull them until we can find another supplier."

"Very well." She bustled out the door with a, "Bye, Jack, hope to see
you around the office." She was gone before he could respond.

"She's a sweet lady, but she runs her department like a little drill
sergeant. Anyway, back to what we were talking about... oh, yeah, the new
website. So, what would be the next step?"

"Well, we should probably discuss in general what you would like your
site to look like, what you want it to offer, etcetera. Then I will take
a few days, make a mock-up or two of possible websites and write up the
corresponding quotes. We can set up a meeting for later this week or
whenever so you can see what I have done."

"Sounds good." They spent the next hour discussing what Nick wanted the
new website to be while Jack took extensive notes.

"Alright, I think I have almost everything, just a couple more
questions; do you have any company artwork or logos you would like for
me to use for the site?"

Nick thought this over for a moment. "Yeah, we've got a new logo for the
next issue of our print catalogs. I've got some printed examples, but
nothing in electronic form."

"That would be fine, I can scan it and work from there." Nick started
digging through a drawer. "And the last question is, would it be
possible to borrow a couple examples of your products. They can even be
defects like the dildo Ms. White just brought in, although I don't think
I want to take any 'returns.'"

Nick handed over a mock-up of the logo, smiling at Jack's last
statement. "I think we can accommodate you. What do you want them for?"

"I thought I'd try my hand at doing a few photos to match the styles of
the sample websites."

"Oh, you do that? We usually have to send the items off to a
photographer."

Jack shrugged. "I've done a little. It doesn't take quite as high end
equipment when you are shooting for the web, as the resolution is fairly
low. You still have to get the lighting and everything correct, though."

"Well, how about a little tour of our facility, and we can pick up a few
items along the way."

"Sure!"

It turned out that they leased several adjacent suites. Most of the area
was warehouse space, as this was one of their main distribution points
as well as their home office. Jack had thought he had seen every toy
imaginable in the front office, but he quickly found out how wrong he
was. There were items back here for which he had no clue as to their
purpose.

Genie knew, though. *Vibrating nipple clamps...G-spot vibrator...anal
beads"*

Nick told Jack to pick whatever he wanted, so Jack chose half a dozen or
so of the most interesting items, consulting Genie as he went.

As they headed back toward the front door, Nick said, "Just call me when
you want to set up the next meeting. Oh! I forgot to mention that Susan
Cooper, our VP in charge of purchasing, couldn't be here today. She's
out on a last minute 'shopping trip' - I need to call her to see if she
can find any double dildos," he muttered to himself, then continued,
"but both she and Ms. White will be in on the next meeting to see what
you have put together."

"Sounds fine" He shook Nick's hand. "Oh! And I in turn meant to mention
earlier that I can help you with your print catalog, too. It would give
you some continuity from print catalog to online. It would mean shooting
the photos at a much higher resolution so they could be used for both
web and print, but that shouldn"t be too big of a deal."

"Hmmm. That's a great idea, although we are a little late for the
upcoming catalog. We do one every three months, though, so if we do the
website, this is certainly a possibility for the next one."

"Ok. I should be calling in a few days."

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

Jack was embarrassed to be carrying the armload of toys by the
receptionist, but all she said was a cheerful, "Have a nice day, Mr.
Phillips!"

"You, too!" She did see this stuff all the time, after all. He wondered
how much of it she had tried herself. This was a question to be explored
later, though. Jack felt his plate was full at the moment, sexual and
not.

After packing his armload in the back of the car he got in and headed
back toward S&B. Genie appeared once they were on the road.

"How are you Jack?"

"Good, just thinking about all the stuff I've got to do."

The trip back to S&B was quiet, as Jack did his thinking and Genie
studied the world passing by. She had been too busy on the trip out to
see any of it.

The receptionist at Smith & Brown had what was promised; his full
payment and the pricing file burned to CD. He thanked her and headed out
and home, making quick detours to deposit the check and to grab them
sandwiches for a late lunch/early dinner.

It was almost five o'clock when they got back to the apartment. Once
inside, Jack asked, "Genie, can you hang out while I get this price file
posted. I want it out of the way."

"Sure, Jack."

Jack sat down at his desk, woke up his workstation, and logged into the
leased web servers he used to host the websites of any clients who
didn"t have their own. It was a matter of only about fifteen minutes to
get the price file posted and tested, although he would never let S&B
know how little time it took.

He then checked his e-mail, answered a few messages, and made a quick
requested change to another client"s website. He logged out, stood, and
stretched. "Genie, can you come over to the bed, please?"

"Sure Jack." She rose cat-like from the couch and walked over to him.

"Genie, until I say otherwise, I do not wish for you to read me in any
way, understand."

She looked surprised and a little concerned. "Yes, Jack."

"Very well. Remove all of your clothes, please."

"By hand, or by magic?" she asked in a subdued voice.

"Magic. I want you nude. Now." She was instantly, gloriously naked.

"Good, now please lie spread-eagled on the bed, and tie you comfortably
but firmly in place."

"Yes, master." She did as she was instructed, and as soon as her arms
and legs were spread, they were tightly bound with rope at ankle and
wrist. "Is this correct, master?"

"Um, no, use those padded restraints we saw today, the foam-lined ones."
The rope changed to thick leather cuffs, closed with Velcro straps and
lined with neoprene foam. "Good. Now, you will tell me, from head to
toe, where your most ticklish locations are. Purely ticklish, not the
erogenous areas."

She swallowed. "Yes, Master. My armpits, my upper sides, my belly and
lower sides, the inside of my thighs, the insides of my knees, and my
feet.

"Ok." He paused. "Genie, I have a concern. I just can't believe
everything that happened today was a coincidence. Most likely losing the
S&B account, then turning around and finding out my potential new
account is an _adult toy distributor_" This is all just too much to
swallow. I want you to tell me what you did today."

She looked at him imploringly, "But Master! I didn't..." she stopped when
he held up his hand, commanding her to silence.

"I"m sorry, but you leave me no other choice." He paused again and
looked her speculatively up and down. "I think we'll start with the
armpits. I would like two invisible hands to tickle you there, one in
each."

Genie immediately started to squirm and giggle. Jack added, "Those hands
should be expert at what tickles you the most, although you do not know
what they are going to do from moment to moment." Genie's giggles turned
into laughter as her squirming increased, both of which did wonderful
things to her perfect breasts.

Jack slowly removed his clothes and hung them in the closet to the
soundtrack of Genie's lovely if harassed laughter. Then he returned to
the bed and lay down beside her, head propped up on his hand, to watch.
Apparently the touch of the hands was not enough to leave much of an
impression on her skin, so he couldn't quit tell what was going on.
"Make the hands translucent." The ghostly hands appeared, looking as if
they were made of smoke. "Slightly more solid looking." They became a
bit more substantial, but he could still see through them without a
problem. He watched as their finger tips swirled in fluttery, random
patterns against her skin. He reached out with his free hand and tried
to imitate their touch. He figured he was getting it fairly right when
the volume of her laughter increased.

He let the fingers do their work for awhile longer as Genie continued to
laugh and squirm. Finally he said, "Pause them." Genie stopped squirming
and relaxed on the bed, panting a bit.

"Now, are you ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did
to influence today's events?"

"But Master, I..."

"Resume the hands," she resumed her squirming and laughing, "and add
another pair - no, two - equally talented, on your belly and lower
sides." Four more ghostly hands appeared and immediately attacked her
stomach and the areas just above her hips. The hands on her stomach made
similar motions to the ones on her armpits, but the ones on her sides
dug in more firmly. Genie"s volume increased to full blown gales of
laughter, and her squirming became thrashing.

Jack watched for a few minutes, and then got up to take a piss. It was a
bit of a challenge, and took him awhile, as his cock was rock hard.
After washing his hands he returned to the bed. Using both hands this
time, he again tried to imitate what the translucent fingers were doing
until he got a sufficient response from Genie.

"Pause." She lay panting, much more heavily this time. "Had enough yet?
Are you ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did to
influence what happened today?"

"Master...I..."

"Very well, resume," She shrieked as the fingers started again, then
settled back down to steady gales of laughter, at least until Jack said,
"and add another pair of expert hands on your ribs." Then she shrieked in
laughter pretty much continuously, her thrashing becoming more violent
and her hair began to fly as she tried in vain to escape the tormenting
fingers.

 Jack rose again and went to the fridge for a soda. He returned, grabbed
 the remote for the big screen TV, and surfed the regular channels, then
 the movie channels, then the porn channels, all the while leisurely
 enjoying his drink. He had to turn up the volume quite a bit to hear it
 over Genie's shrieks as the fingers tormented her, never relenting for
 a second, always knowing just what to do to achieve and maintain
 maximum results yet never letting her know what to expect.

Finding nothing worth watching, Jack flipped off the TV and turned back
to Genie. He repeated his ritual of studying then trying to emulate what
the latest pair of hands was doing. Finally satisfied that he had the
hang of it, he said. "Pause." Genie collapsed to stillness on the bed,
gasping for breath, covered with a fine sheen of sweat. "NOW are you
ready to tell me the truth and admit to the things you did to influence
what happened today?"

All she could do was weakly flop her head from side to side in an
attempt to communicate as she gasped for breath. He sighed. "Very well,
you leave me no choice but to resume, and add two of those special hands
to your feet."

Her mouth opened in a silent scream of tormented laughter as ten ghostly
hands attacked her at once. Every few seconds this was broken by a
strangled intake of air. "Make sure you get enough oxygen, now. We can"t
have you passing out."

Jack then got up again to go find a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and some
flip flops. Putting it all on, he grabbed his keys and walked down and
out to the car to retrieve the toys from Forbidden Indulgences. He came
back and sat on the couch to unpack them, discovering in the process
that most of them needed batteries. Two included cheap batteries with
Chinese writing all over them, but both sets were dead. He scrounged
around the apartment and finally found enough batteries for everything.
He installed them and made sure everything worked, and then returned to
the bed.

He knelt down to watch the action on Genie;s feet. Although the very
limited but frantic movement of her feet did absolutely nothing to avoid
the ghostly hands, which moved with her twitch for twitch, it did make
it hard for him to see exactly what was going on. "Two more hands to
hold your feet still."

Her feet were instantly held down by two more ethereal hands. This, plus
the added stimulation of Jack working to emulate the talented foot
ticklers, caused her to stiffen into stillness, her eyes to go round as
saucers, and her breathing to come in short, sharp gasps every few
seconds.

Undeterred, Jack continued until he thought he was sure he knew just the
right treatment for ever square inch of her feet, including her ultra
sensitive arches and between and under her toes.

"Stop," he finally said. Genie unclenched, and lay, dripping with sweat,
hair plastered to forehead and temples, gasping great sobs of air. Jack
puttered around the apartment, waiting for her to get her breath back.
When he thought she could speak, he went back to the bed. He climbing on
and straddled her hips, and then leaned over to look into her eyes.
"This is your last chance. Tell me the truth about what happened today."

"Master... I did nothing" to affect today's" events. You must believe me...
your Genie can never" lie to you."

Suddenly Jack's face broke out into an evil grin. "Oh, I believe you."

Genie"s face took on a look of tired and hurt confusion. "But then,
why?"

"Because someone has been quite a naughty Genie over the last couple of
days, and has completely ignored my warnings of punishment."

"But" I thought you _wanted_ a Genie who was a bit mischievous and free-
spirited."

Jack smiled a much more kindly, affectionate smile. "Oh, I do. I said
completely ignored, but did you not actually go so far yesterday as to
make me _promise_ to punish you for your naughtiness?"

Genie's face relaxed and changed as realization finally dawned. "Yes,
master, I did. You have been quite right in punishing your Genie. She
has been very, very naughty. Your punishment is very... novel."

Jack"s grin turned wicked again as he said, "I'm glad you understand,
because we aren't quite finished, yet." Genie's eyes grew large at this
as Jack moved to position himself between her legs. He placed his cock
head at the entrance of her suspiciously sopping wet pussy, and then
slowly inserted himself into her ultra-slick tunnel. As tight as she
was, she was so wet that there was no resistance. She moaned.

Once buried to the root, he said, "Tighten around me a bit please." Her
tunnel walls contracted more tightly around his shaft. "A little more."
They squeezed even more, until he doubted he could pull out. "Ok, you
are going to tickle yourself to my orgasm. I want those special hands to
find the best combination of tickling to cause just the right amount of
laughter to send the most pleasant vibrations to my cock."

Genie grinned. She said, "Yes MastHAAA!" as the hands attacked. Over the
next few minutes the hands experimented until they found the best
mixture of torment to bring him the most pleasure, while an additional
pair of hands appeared to hold her pelvis still so her squirming
wouldn"t interfere. Jack noticed how this level of stimulation also
resulted in the most beautifully level of ticklish laughter.

Jack was slowly but inexorably drawn toward orgasm through the music of
her torment being transmitted directly to his cock. He eventually came,
and once she had laughed every drop from him, he told her to release
him. He withdrew and then told the magic hands to stop.

Genie panted, "Has your Genie been sufficiently punished, master?"

Jack looked at her speculatively. "Hmmm, I don"t think so. Tell me about
your _erogenous_ ticklish spots."

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