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GGenie 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 10

CODES FOR THIS CHAPTER: MF, Magic, Fantasy, Light Bondage, Tickling,
Heavy Petting, Consensual Sex.



"First, recharge me please." Jack felt his sexual desire swell. His
cock, which had mostly deflated, began to stiffen again.

"Thank you. Oh, and you can go back to interpreting my wishes as before,
by the way." He waited while her eyes flashed. "Although I think I
discovered most of them yesterday morning with the brush, please list
your most erotically ticklish spots, again from head down."

She replied in a throatily murmur, "My ears and the area around and
below them," she looked down at her chest, "my breasts, especially the
sides, bottoms, and nipples, my clitoral hood, clitoris, and nether
lips, my buttocks, and... my rose bud." She lay her head back down and
bit her lower lip as she looked at him in expectant, aroused
apprehension.

"Really? That _is_ interesting," he said with raised eyebrows. "Each of
the ghostly friends which will now visit you will be experts again, of
course. In this case, they will know how to give you the most intense
combination of ticklish and enjoyable stimulation. I don't think we
should limit it to hands and fingers this time, though. As a matter of
fact, let's let your skin decide what the tormenter will be. Whatever
will produce the most intensely ticklish, pleasurable stimulation for
each bit of skin is what will appear. I am sure they will put my little
brush to shame. Do you have any idea what those items will be?"

Tingle. She shook her head, eyes wide with trepidation, nipples rock
yard, vagina already dripping wet again. "Good. Um, let's start with
your ears."

Jack watched in fascination as two long, slender, ethereal tongues
appeared and began tracing the outsides of Genie's ears. She giggled.
They explored every square millimeter of her outer ears, and then slowly
swirled inward. She giggled harder and tried to press one ear, then the
other against a shoulder to deny them access, but Jack figured that if
these appendages were anything like the hand that had molested him in
the clothing store dressing room a couple of days previously, this would
do absolutely no good. He could see by the expression on her face he was
right.

Finishing with the insides of her ears, the tongues proceeded to worm
their way as far as they could into her ear canals. Her giggles turned
into a moan as she writhed against her bonds and gave a small shudder,
almost as if in orgasm. A moment later her moan became a squeak, then
more giggles, as the tongues moved to explore the hollows under her
ears. She tried again to deny the tongues access by pressing ear to her
shoulder, again in vain.

Once they had explored her ears in tandem, they split up and each did
their own thing to Jeanie's accompanying giggles, squirms, moans, and
shudders. When both had the opportunity to explore her ears thoroughly
several times Jack decided it was time to move on, in spite of (or
because of) how hard their little show, and its results on Genie, had
made his cock.

"Ok, let's move to your breasts, now," he said, slightly breathless
himself.

The tongues at her ears disappeared, while over her breasts there
appeared a flock of feathers. Over each breast hung one long, incredibly
soft and fluffy feather, and several smaller, slightly more rigid ones.
As Genie looked down with eyes wide the fluffy feathers started swirling
around and around her breasts, paying particular attention to their
sides and bottoms. Meanwhile, the small feathers darted in to attack her
areolas and rock-hard nipples. She gave another small shriek, and then
started the most interesting combination giggle-moan. Frequently but
randomly the small feathers would dart out of the way long enough for
the large fluffy feathers to run their lengths over her nipples,
increasing the moans when they did.

Again the two sets of feathers started out in tandem, and again after
awhile they went their separate ways. This time when it happened, a
sufficiently substantial blindfold magically appeared over her eyes to
block Genie's view. She whined even as the volume of her giggle-moans
increased.

Jack's hand involuntarily started stroking his shaft at the incredibly
erotic scene before him. When he realized what he was doing, he said,
"Genie, can you spare a hand to stroke me? No orgasm yet, though." An
ethereal hand took over. He was so turned on at this point that the hand
could only give him the lightest of strokes without sending him off.

"Can you cum from this?"

"Unnnhhmmmyes-hess, IfHIFF they keep it up lon-honnng enoughfffff..."

"Well, would you like to cum, then move on, or move on now?"

"Whhhat ever mmmmmaster wishes."

"Oh, no, you aren't getting out that easy." An idea occurred to Jack.
"What would Jennifer Holliday like?"

Jack smiled at the dilemma written on "Jennifer's" face. On the one
hand, it was an orgasm. Probably not the most satisfying one ever, but
still an orgasm. On the other hand, it was an orgasm which would be long
in arriving, caused by having her breasts mercilessly tickled by a flock
of feathers. Finally she said, "She'll cumm-hmmm."

"Goody!" Jack said. He lay on the bed with his head propped on one hand
again, eyes even with her breasts, ghost hand lightly stroking him. He
watched over the next ten minutes or so as the feathers tormented her to
a body-shuddering cum.

They didn't stop after her orgasm, though, and she continued to squirm,
but she was mostly just giggling now, and more so than before.

"That's interesting. What happened?"

"My breasts beHEEcome more sensitive afterHERR an orgasmm, especialleee
on the ticklish side."

"Huh, this keeps getting better and better. I must have quite an
interesting subconscious idea of what physically makes up the perfect
woman if it created all these attributes. Are there lots of other things
like this I have yet to discover?"

"Some, Master." He couldn't tell if she was currently excited by this
fact or not.

He let the feathers continue a moment more, then asked, "Would Jennifer
like for this to continue, or to move on?"

Again a dilemma; what would moving on entail compared to this? She
answered fairly quickly this time, though. "Move on, please."

The feathers and blindfold disappeared and she sighed in relief, and
perhaps a bit in disappointment. Jack slid off the bed and walked to its
foot. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and, resting his elbows near
the bottom end of the bed, he propped his chin in both hands to give him
a front row seat for the next area of entertainment. The bottom of his
cock pressed lightly against the comforter draped over the end of the
bed, but this didn't stop him from feeling the ethereal hand sliding
over the same patch of skin. Ignoring how still-slightly-creepy that
was, he said, "Rosebud, next, please."

Two ghostly hands gently spread and held her cheeks apart, and then the
last thing Jack would have expected appeared. What looked like several
crystalline spiders materialized and started scampering around her bud.
She gave a loud squeak and involuntarily lifted her ass off the bed and
wiggled it around to try to shake off her little friends, but to no
avail.

Jacked leaned closer for a better look and saw where every few seconds a
spider would stop, insert a leg or two a little ways into her bud, and
wriggle. When this happened, genie would give another buck and squeak.
"_This_ is what stimulates you most? Wow, that's pretty twisted."

"What is eEEe-it?" Genie asked as another spider tickled her pucker.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot, you don't know what they are. Create a magic mirror
or whatever and see for yourself."

Tingle. A close-up image of genie's bud appeared before her eyes. "OhHO
my!"

Jack realized this was the first time 'he' had played with her ass, not
counting fondling and using the brush on her firm, round cheeks, of
course. Well, there was no more gentle way to be introduced to anal
play, he supposed... less tormenting ways, sure, but...

The spiders continued their scampering, and Genie continued her butt
shaking, all the while uttering an almost continual high pitched
"eeeeeee."

"Will _that_ make you cum?"

"Not even-eEEe-close."

"Well, then why don't we just leave them at it for the moment and add
your pussy."

Jack watched closely as her hood was gently lifted away to completely
expose her clit, similar to what it did at his request the previous
morning. Then several feathers appeared and homed in and started their
dance. Meanwhile her lips were similarly pulled apart to expose their
pink insides and the opening to her tunnel. Several more feathers began
stroking this sensitive, glistening skin while yet another twirled and
teased at her entrance.

This was enough to cause some serious moaning and bucking, and Jack
considered having hands hold her pelvis still again for a better view.
But, as all of her motions were having absolutely no effect on her
attackers' performance, he let her writhe.

In a surprisingly short time, she shuddered from a strong orgasm. The
feathers continued. Jack said, "Add the breasts, back, please." The
breast feathers appeared and attacked again. She jerked so violently
that for a moment Jack thought she had hurt herself. She then proceeded
to thrash on the bed while moaning loudly until she exploded into her
third orgasm a few moments later.

"Stop."

She collapsed on the bed, panting, once again covered in sweat. Jack let
her recover for a few minutes, and then asked, "Do you feel sufficiently
punished?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. Now for a reward. Your friends can go, but replace the ones at
your nipples and clit with lips and tongues, please."

Tingle. Moooooan. Her body began to writhe in a more relaxed fashion as
a ghostly mouth on each nipple and one on her clit gave much more
satisfying and much less tormenting stimulation. He waited until they
had licked and sucked her to a proper orgasm before saying, "So, tell me
about your orgasms."

"He felt the tingle, and then she said breathlessly, "As you have
discovered, Master... I am multi-orgasmic and... unlike women such as
the...the clerk in the clothing store... my orgasms stay distinct...
they don't eventually run together into one ongoing one... and each one
is more... intense than the last."

"Until...?" He had to wait several moments, as she was busy shuddering
through another one.

"I don't know, Master, this is the first time I've had more than three."

"Well, why did you pass out after 'only' two on Saturday?"

"Because you wanted me to, Master."

"Ah." He was so aroused now that the ghostly hand could barely touch him
without making him explode. "Have you had enough reward yet?"

"Whatever Master....wishes."

He rolled his eyes. "Has Jennifer had enough?"

"Jennifer doesn't know if she can handle any more. She thinks she is
about to go insane."

"Well, we can't have that...oh, maybe just one more, a really good one!"

Genie moaned/groaned.

Jack rose and climbed on the bed to again position himself between her
legs. He was about to tell her to remove the hand, but then out of
curiosity, didn't. He placed his cock head at her entrance and impaled
her in one smooth motion. She moaned loudly, and he knew he didn't have
long before her next eruption, but he wanted to explore something. He
started long strokes and ordered, "Hold off our orgasms for awhile." She
groaned in pleasure and frustration

Jack felt the ghostly hand continue to stroke him as he stroked into
Genie. It was incredibly arousing, but also very, very weird. "You can't
feel the hand on my cock, can you?"

She shook her head.

"Well, make it so you can. Have it stimulate whatever sensitive spots
you have inside." He felt the stroking change slightly as the hand
fluttered whenever it was near her entrance and at its deepest within
her. Her moaning intensified, interspersed with frustrated mewing at her
lack of release. "Ok, now build us _slowly_ to mutual orgasm."

Jack thrust for several long minutes as their pleasure built and built
to a quite satisfactory explosion. He gave a few more lazy strokes as
the pleasure ebbed, then lay down on Genie to kiss her. She kissed back,
but seemed a bit distracted. He looked at her questioningly.

"Ummmmm, the mouths and hand are still going."

"Oh!" He was, even now, very, very tempted to let them keep going, but
said. "Send them on their way. For now." Genie relaxed and sighed. Jack
looked down at her lovely, flushed face, her incredibly green (although
currently slightly dazed) eyes, her deep red, tousled hair, even darker
where it was damp and plastered to her skin, and asked, "Have I told you
how incredibly beautiful you are today?"

She smiled her special smile. "You have, now, Master."

He gently rolled onto his side, rolling her with him, until they lay
face to face, legs intertwined. He was lost in her eyes, but his hand
wandered up to caress a breast. She gave a small shudder. "Too
sensitive?"

She grinned. "Are you asking Genie or Jennifer?"

He grinned back, and then simply draped his arm around her, instead.

"So, did I overdo anything this evening?"

She repeated, "Are you asking Genie or Jennifer?"

"Both."

"Well, you can never overdo anything with your Genie, Master. As for
Jennifer," she paused a moment to consider, then said, "Jennifer knows
you care for her deeply, and wouldn't do anything to actually harm her,
so no... although some of it she wouldn't care to repeat too often, or
again anytime soon."

"Maybe just when she has been especially, extra naughty?"

"Maybe then, yes."

"I assume this doesn't apply so much to the orgasms, though."

Genie smiled a naughty smile. "No, both Genie and Jennifer are quite
fond of multiple orgasms, and pushing the boundaries there is ok to
happen a bit more often."

Jack smirked back. He said, "Fair enough," then he sighed. "It sure must
be nice to be able to experience an infinite amount of orgasms."

"Would you like to be multi-orgasmic, too, Jack?"

"Well, yeah, what guy wouldn't? But..." He paused to actually consider
the possibility, as when he had made the comment he was just wistfully
repeating what every guy thought from time to time. "I'm not sure how
that would work, exactly. I mean, don't most multi-orgasmic women's
orgasms intensify from one to the next, kinda like yours, if not so...
extensively?"

"Many do, yes, but certainly not all."

"Ok, so if I were the same way, then when would I ejaculate? I would
think that ejaculation should make for the most intense orgasm, so it
shouldn't be on the first one, and it would be too predictable to happen
on, say, the fourth one every time, and then too frustrating if I only
made it to three for some reason." He tapered off again in thought for a
few moments, and then raised his eyebrows as a quite interesting
possible solution occurred to him. "Can you erase one or more of my
memories if I ask you to?"

Genie looked surprised and uncomfortable at this sudden change of
subject. "I do have the ability Jack, but am loath to use it."

"Why?"

"It can have all kinds of unpleasant consequences."

"Such as?"

"Well, causing friction between Genie and Master when the Genie appears
to grant wishes which the Master doesn't think he made, or even
unintentionally altering the Master's personality, just to name a
couple."

"Hmmm. Well, let me tell you what I have in mind, and we can discuss
it." He went on for several minutes describing his idea. As he spoke,
her face broke out into a large and wicked grin. "So, what do you think
so far?"

"I love the idea so far, Jack."

"Well, here's the memory part; once I make this wish, I would like to
forget I made it until it is discovered by someone, someone other than
you."

"Aw, master!" she whined.

He grinned and continued, "It can even be by me while playing with
myself, although with no 'hints' from you." He paused, and then mused,
"Not that I'll probably ever need to do anything for myself again." He
shrugged happily and continued, "Anyway, if, after, say, three months go
by and it isn't discovered, you may 'nudge' the discovery a bit, but it
should be in a situation where only a little 'nudge' is needed, if you
get my drift."

Tingle. "I do."

"Let's see, what else... oh, once the discovery is made, I'll probably
ask you what you have done. At that point you can reveal this was done
at my request, but I would like for you to encourage me to explore it on
my own even after the discovery before you restore my full memories. If
I insist, do so, though. I guess you would just be hiding my memories,
not erasing them. How does all that sound?

"It sounds ok... but I'm still a bit nervous about it."

"Why?"

"Well, from what Masters have experienced in the past in such
situations, once it has been revealed to you that some of your memories
have been hidden, even temporarily, you will most likely become quite
concerned as to what other memories might have been hidden or even
erased completely."

He pondered this. "Yeah, I can see that." His eyes widened, "I'm
suddenly wondering that a little bit now, as a matter of fact." He
looked at her, and couldn't resist asking, "Have you?"

She looked distinctly uncomfortable. "No, master."

"Then why do you look so uncomfortable?"

"Because this is one of those unpleasant consequences I spoke of."

"What, you being grilled by me about what I might have made you make me
forget?" He frowned as he played that back through his head to make sure
it made sense.

Meanwhile, she nodded unhappily.

"I'm sorry," he commiserated. "However, it sounds like there are some
important issues that I need to understand if I, we, are going to avoid
these unpleasant consequences in the future, yes?"

"Whatever you say, Master."

He again collected his thoughts for a moment. "Let's say, theoretically,
that I order you to make me forget something. Then I further order you
to never reveal in any way that you made me forget it, or that anything
was even forgotten. Make sense so far?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Ok. Later, I order you to restore any and all memories that have been
forgotten. Do I get those memories back?"

"No, Jack."

"Huh. Why not?"

"Well, that comes under the larger topic of undoing wishes. This topic
was one of great debate before the time of my creation, and, while I
will not go into the details now unless you wish it, the final decision
was that, if someone making a wish states that the wish be permanent, or
'not undoable,' then the Genie granting the wish must abide by that, and
cannot undo what was done. It would take a wish granted by a higher
level Genie, either a willing one or one that was bound, than the one
who granted the original wish to undo it. In my case that would require
a Master Genie or Genie King. This is the only instance in which a Genie
servant such as myself is required to question a Master's wish, and then
only to tell or remind the Master that the Genie cannot undo the wish if
it is made as 'undoable'."

"And since we don't know if any higher-level Genies still exist..."

She nodded.

"Golly. Got to be careful, then. I am assuming, on the off chance that
if I made a wish to permanently, undo-ably forget something before now,
you would have told me that?"

She nodded again.

"Then I'll just have to trust myself, I guess. As for now on..." he
trailed off again, deep in thought once more. Finally he said, seeming
to completely change the subject, "It was Christmas time and I was, oh,
about twelve, I guess. I figured out where my parents had hidden my
presents, and when they weren't around, I went and peeked. On Christmas
morning I discovered this was a big mistake. I had no surprises, and I
knew what everything was before I opened it. It was the most
disappointing Christmas I can remember. I learned my lesson. I never
tried to peek again."

He looked at the clock. It was much later than he expected. "When I get
up in the morning, I will remember the portion of this conversation
regarding permanent wishes as the entirety of the conversation. The
specific memories regarding the wish I am making will be hidden as
previously described. If I should ask you after that time if you have
hidden or erased any of my memories, you may say yes, you have hidden
some at my request, that they will be revealed again in good time, and
that I 'should not open them until Christmas,' or I will be
disappointed. If I insist, then reveal them, at which point, if I know
me like I think I know me, I will be very annoyed with me, and have you
hide them again. Is that acceptable?"

Tingle. "Yes, Jack, that should be fine."

"Good. Make it so!" He watched her eyes flash. "Now, would you care to
join me for a little midnight snack of peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches before we hit the sack? Tomorrow's going to be a big day,
after all. I mean, just going to the grocery store with you along is
going to be a great adventure."

"That sounds lovely, Jack."

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