Double The Trouble

by RedHairedandFriendly

Caution: This Genie Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Mind Control, Magic, Slavery, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Time Travel, Genie, DomSub, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Genie Sex Story: Laresa's new Mistress wishes for Ultimate power, what happens when you have too much...

Author's Note: I appreciate the great response from readers as well as the wonderful stories that the other writers have contributed to this chain story of a genie. I am enjoying it and look forward to more chapters as we each take the time to bring some entertainment to your day. Thank you to gotwood49 for help with my paltry attempt to edit; he sure likes red ink. Enjoy the read and as always, please fill free to comment on the story. We writers love it - as is my policy, only respectful public comments remain in the public comment section... even criticism can be done with class. - Red

In a medallion lost in time and space, waiting to be found...

Horace played with the images in his mind. His hand ran over his chest, down his abdomen and across his waist, as he remembered the time he'd spent with the young genie. Her eyes had been full of innocence and desire. Her lips tasted the sweetest after she'd serviced him, and her gaze reflected the feelings of love she had often spoken out loud as they lay in a sweat-coated embrace.

"Horace," she'd whispered, and snaked her magic around his sex, making it rise; though he had the ability within himself.

"Yes, little one?" he asked, and twirled her satiny locks of silvery hair.

"You never say you love me," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Little one, love is a fleeting thing," Horace answered, and rolled her to her back. "I love power. I enjoy you," he told her and thrust his sex into her eager home.

She arched her back, as the memories began to move past her in a blurred rush.

Indianapolis, Indiana - 2006

Hanna rolled the ring in her palm, and tossed it up and down in the air. "Magic, huh?" she whispered. She thought of the young woman who had pushed it into her palm as she quickly hurried away. Why had the woman been in such distress? She wondered what had caused the look of terror on her face, but was then forced from the sidewalk by a crowd of running police officers. She'd cursed them, but quickly picked herself up. As she brushed herself off, she slipped the ring into her pocket. Now she lay on the freshly mown grass of the park and played with the gold- and gem-filled jewelry. "Stolen?" she thought. "Was that why she was running?" She wondered if she'd ever have the answer, but something told her she wouldn't.

"Oh, well. Magic or not, it is one fine rock." She slipped it on her finger and placed her hands behind her head. Bending her legs, she began to watch the sky darken and the stars come out. Several glittered down on her, and she smiled as she tried to count the diamonds in the sky. She blew on the few strands of strawberry-blonde hair that fell across her forehead and quietly whispered, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how I wonder what you are. Up above the World so high; like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star; how I wonder what you are."

"I believe that is to be sung, Mistress, not spoken."

Hanna jumped to her feet and spun around. "Jesus Christ, Lady You don't sneak up on someone like that. You'll get yourself killed "

"Only if the ring is destroyed would I die, Mistress."

"The ring?" Hanna asked, and then looked at the ring on her finger. "Hey, that woman gave me this thing. But it ain't worth dying over."

"Not for you, perhaps; but for many it is, and it is certainly worth my life for it not to be destroyed."

"Is it yours?" Hanna inquired. She eyed the woman and then laughed as she realized what the stranger was wearing. "Oh, good lord. Who put you up to this? Brian? Katie? Dean? Those jerks."

"Mistress, these are your friends, but I have not had contact with them. I can if you like, though. You only need to think your desires, or voice them, and they will be yours."

"You're good Bubble pants and a sweet little vest, just like in the movies. I bet if you wanted, you could even bob your head and flick a pony tail up, to make spells work," Hanna chuckled.

"Is that your wish?"

"Nah I think all that Hollywood stuff is crap. But, come on. Who sent you?" Hanna asked. She watched the woman in the genie costume take on a perplexed look. "Okay, I'll play along. What the hell The guys paid good money for this freak-show. I might as well make sure they get their money's worth." Hanna cleared her throat. "I wish for a mansion on a hill, overlooking the ocean."

"Which ocean? And where?"

"Which ocean? Damn, I don't know. Pick one," Hanna said, rolling her eyes. "And as far as where, I don't give a flip, either This is just for kicks. I figure I'll end up with some toy in my hand, like a snow globe or something. But the real thing would be cool," she said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Mistress, I cannot choose for you. You must tell me what you wish, and where you wish to be." "Fuck, man Oh, okay. A mansion on a cliff, overlooking the ocean, in Hawaii." She giggled hard and then suddenly she felt a breeze. Hanna smelled the ocean, and was embraced by the rays of a tropical climate. "What the hell?" she said, and spun around. She felt her balance start to go, and she scrambled to catch her footing. She turned to look over her shoulder, and noticed a beautiful blue ocean and the cliff edge she was standing on. "Holy fuck," she muttered, and jumped three feet forward. Her gaze returned to the front, and she stared at the huge house that, she swore, took up three football fields. "Wow," she muttered.

"You are pleased?"

Hanna spun around and with a slack jaw, muttered, "Yes." She swallowed and shook her head, opened and then clenched her eyes tightly shut, counted to twenty, and then opened her eyes; only to repeat the shake, clench, count system three more times, before she said, "I wish for a million dollars," quickly adding, "tax free "

She watched the genie roll her eyes and blow strands of wispy silver hair off her forehead. That image was soon replaced, when Hanna's gaze focused on two large glass boxes that suddenly appeared on either side of her. They were both filled with green hundred-dollar bills. Hanna slumped to the floor. "Holy fuck Holy fuck Holy fuck "

"Mistress, I..."

"Wait " Hanna lifted her hand, commanding the woman not to speak. "One more. One more. Oh, fuck... One more. Don't waste it. World peace? Nah... Think of all the unemployed military. A cure for cancer? Oh, that would be good, but... scientists need jobs, too; and pharmacists and... nah... Cancer; yeah, that's it." She looked up and stared at the woman, no longer doubting that she was, in fact, a genie. "I wish for them to find a cure for cancer."

She waited for some sign that her wish had been granted, yet nothing happened, and the woman still stood there. "Ummm... aren't ya gonna do something? Zap a lightning bolt, or perhaps cause some great wind, and then disappear."

"Mistress, I can not give a cure for cancer. It would cause too much of a ripple. I can tell you, though, that I have been in the time where they find the cure. So, in essence, Mankind fulfills their own wish, and I can only heal individual sufferers. It was sweet of you to desire that. I can sense in you a great want to have that wish fulfilled. I am sorry I am not able to do it. If I may..."

Hanna lifted her hand again, cutting the stunning creature off. "Okay, so not big wishes. I guess these are small ones?" she said, waving her hands toward the money and the huge house.

"Yes, minimal and easily explained in history, but if you would like..."

"No. Now, stop. I don't need the ins and outs. I know how this works," Hanna said. She tossed back her hair and stood up, walking back and forth, until, finally, she spun around to face the woman. "I wish for a full body replacement," Hanna grinned. "I mean, the perfect healthy body. Little fat, but I want sexy curves; round boobs, that are natural; and I want flawless skin, but bronzed, with no tan lines. My ass? Raise it a little, round it out. And then, this..." She lifted her shirt and pointed to a scar. "I got this when I was eight; when I fell on a pair of scissors. I want this scar gone. You know what I mean, don't you?" Hanna asked, "and hey... what's your name?"


Hanna grinned. "Cool. Now I'm ready. I wish for that body I told you about."

"It is done, Mistress," Laresa answered with a smile.

"Huh?" Hanna made a face and then looked down at down, at her perfectly tanned arms; slim, and free of scars from her childhood. "Whoa..." she muttered, and lifted her shirt, seeing that scar, too, was gone. Her hands moved under the material and she cupped her breasts. "Oh, yeah," she said, and giggled. "This is too fuckin' awesome." Her hands moved behind her, and she squeezed her ass cheeks. "Hot damn Very nice." She winked at the woman, and then sighed in delight. "Now, this is a body to die for. What happens to you? Do I give you to someone, toss the ring over my shoulder and whisper words of magic? You gonna teleport, like Dr. Spock?"

"Mistress, I am your servant," Laresa told her, bowing her head and then raising it, her gaze holding that of Hanna's.

"My servant. Like... my slave girl," she said, with a humorous giggle. "I mean, the whole three wishes thing doesn't apply?"

"Exactly, Mistress. I am to serve you."

"Woo-hoo " Hanna spun around and chuckled. "Let's get this money into the house, and talk. I have a feeling you and I are going to have fun. Too bad I don't have two of you. That would be something Fuck, I wish I had a second genie," she said offhandly. "How cool would that be?"

Laresa's eyes grew wide. "Mistress, no... Don't..."

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